Swifttail lay with his eyes half-lidded, the last of that warm, grounding comfort lingering as the fog in his head slowly shifted and reshaped itself into the rumblings of a headache.
Silvertongue’s worried voice reached him through it.
Swifttail frowned faintly, as though working through a problem of great importance, then gave a small, lazy shake of his head.
“Is okay, Silvie…” he murmured, voice soft and uneven. “Al hit me so… Greeneye can… an’ I not fall down…”
He pased pause, and his ears twitched, thoughtful.
“...think that’s how it works…”
Alwyn’s voice followed soon after—calmer and steadier—telling him to rest and close his eyes. Swifttail didn’t question it.
“...mmh.”
He let himself ease back properly, tension slipping from his limbs as his head settled, eyes closing fully as instructed.
Silvertongue then spoke up about leaving to find Greeneye. That managed to catch somewhere in the haze. Swifttail’s eyes cracked open just a sliver, his head turning slightly in Silvertongue’s direction.
“...g’ luck, mate…” he murmured.
A beat passed. Then, with a slight head tilt toward the Songfox, he spoke softer.
“...he’s a big meanie…”
His brow furrowed faintly, as though this were critical intelligence.
“...don’t let ‘im be mean t’ye…”
“...or I’ll…”
He paused again, this time long enough that it almost seemed like he’d lost it entirely.
“...I’ll…”
Then, finally...
“...punch ‘im…”
Soft. Certain. Entirely lacking urgency.
“...once class is over…”
