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As quick as lightning, the shift in Tefnut’s face was easy to see. The look of awe and humor lined every contour of her face, leading to a touch of warmth under her red cheeks. To say she was startled would be an understatement, but she tried not to let that setting show. She had to hold some form of footing, but as Rethe and Caine tossed out taunts, she found her hooves shifting, trying to stand sure before Rethe moved beside her.

Feeling warmth across her skin, she tilted her head a touch to look at Rethe as the dark mare aimed a touch at her shoulder. Tefnut didn't move, but if Rethe honestly wished to touch her, the dun would continue to stand still. She liked warmth and a touch, but she also was prickly about who touched her usually. The last time anyone had touched her kindly was in Tinuvel when she and Caine had huddled to stay warm.

The moment Caine goes from looking Rethe over and instead sets it on her, Tefnut feels her ears lower before a snort escapes her nostrils. Not saying anything for a moment, the red mare shakes her head. There were no words for her to say, which left the red mare feeling out of her depth the longer she thought. She wasn't as quick witted or as barbed with her tongue, which had her internally shrinking. Shoving that away though, she hid the unease as quick as it appeared with an eye roll that had a raised brow at the end. She would remain quiet until she had a place to step in or until Rethe was done playing around with the mud monster before them.