“Why?” Hannibal repeated, his exhaustion apparent in his voice. “Why I apologize?” Sil stared down at him, expression hard against his own. She didn't need to confirm it for his own amusement-- he knew damn well what she meant and she was sticking to that. Her eyes searched his, seeing something flicker away as he revived his arrogance and coyness. Looked like someone was feeling better, then...
“I suppose it’s because I understand,” he continued, his air of aloofness lofty in his voice, leaving Sil to only mentally question what that meant. “Some say that if you remove the source of the pain, it all just flows away.” He gave a bitter snort of a laugh, his words finding humor in their speaker as he flashed an inexplicable glance to her, red eyes dangerous. “It doesn’t.” His words turned from strangely amused to bitter, the short, curt sentence telling Sil more of her companion than she was sure she really wanted to know. “You carry it with you. It accumulates. Weighs you down. And soon, you’re breaking beneath the pressure…”
As he spoke, his voice grew more and more bitter, his distaste becoming too much to conceal. Sil's own steps slowed a little as he trekked on ahead, thin frame determined to get back to the others. Surely it was because he so loathed being alone with her... but she still couldn't wrap her head around why. He understood? Then why push her to such lengths? Why torture her so in a mind game like that when he knew what he was doing? What pain he was inflicting? Her frown deepened, her questions demanding answers in her mind, but now they were far too close to the others for comfort. No, this was a conversation they needed to continue alone. She stepped forward, grabbing the cloth from her back as Hannibal announced their success. “Cloth,” he grumbled, tossing his head to her. “You’re welcome.”
She held the jacket out to Kinah, eyes straying a moment to Cass before quickly flicking down to her now very interesting muzzle. "...Eimoyyie," she whispered, her mouth obstructed with the thick jacket. Despite her inability to form the words correctly, her eyes and stance said much more, burdened and weighed by the guilt she felt for nearly blinding Cass.