[Morax is smart enough to know that something is wrong, between the first reaction and this one - but he doesn't have enough experience to know where the issue lies. Dohalim, for better or worse, seems at most... disappointed?]
... ah.
[There's not even time to reply, as the Renan steps away. The sound of soles on the perfectly polished floor recedes, and the elemental is left alone in the dining room, considering what he should do.
He's not so impulsive as to try to follow, at least. Dohalim doesn't likely trust in him enough to appreciate that, whatever is going on. Did he use the wrong words? Apologise wrong? He doesn't think so, but perhaps. Humans are... complex, and he must remember to be more careful.
Exhaling a sigh, Morax pushes himself out of his seat and rounds the table, trying to work it all out with only fragments of the story. The resulting jumble suggests that he is in some way the catalyst, clumsily asking questions. And perhaps he should just... not call out the lies, for a little while? His feet take him across the room and back, preoccupation taking his thoughts enough that the faint shimmer of astral energy coalesces into the mirage of his tail, trailing behind him in some attempt at self-soothing.
Dohalim said he would be back and Morax intends to believe him... though if he's gone much longer than it takes for the man to stumble through his own thoughts, he'll leave to find him. After all, there are still questions about the change in ruling, concerns about how many are actually against the idea of coexistence. Even if Dohalim doesn't see it... well, Morax is paranoid enough for the both of them.]
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... ah.
[There's not even time to reply, as the Renan steps away. The sound of soles on the perfectly polished floor recedes, and the elemental is left alone in the dining room, considering what he should do.
He's not so impulsive as to try to follow, at least. Dohalim doesn't likely trust in him enough to appreciate that, whatever is going on. Did he use the wrong words? Apologise wrong? He doesn't think so, but perhaps. Humans are... complex, and he must remember to be more careful.
Exhaling a sigh, Morax pushes himself out of his seat and rounds the table, trying to work it all out with only fragments of the story. The resulting jumble suggests that he is in some way the catalyst, clumsily asking questions. And perhaps he should just... not call out the lies, for a little while? His feet take him across the room and back, preoccupation taking his thoughts enough that the faint shimmer of astral energy coalesces into the mirage of his tail, trailing behind him in some attempt at self-soothing.
Dohalim said he would be back and Morax intends to believe him... though if he's gone much longer than it takes for the man to stumble through his own thoughts, he'll leave to find him. After all, there are still questions about the change in ruling, concerns about how many are actually against the idea of coexistence. Even if Dohalim doesn't see it... well, Morax is paranoid enough for the both of them.]