Inyata looked to Regalia as soon as the white glove was firmly placed onto her rash shoulder and sighed softly in apologies, she didn’t understand what was so wrong with petting a wolf, it seemed harmless to her, but then again the wolf seemed to be in a pretty peaceful manner, she didn’t understand what was going on but she needed to understand that she was under regalia’s wing now, and that she needed behave otherwise something serious would happen. 

Finally getting up following Regalia she held onto the older pirates hand, getting assistance getting up onto the jet-black beauty that she rode upon; finally wrapping her arms around the older lady’s waist after getting comfortable; totally feeling offended by what the assassin said. Right now Inyata wanted to hop back down from Regalia’s horse and push the horse that was being ridden by the ‘bitch’ as Inyata would attack that name in her head, aiming for it to be Ramara’s new nickname.