As Darin began to burst, Ridahne's frustration began to grow. How was she supposed to know these people had been supportive of her? Hadn't she expressed that people generally didn't like her very much back home? Or at least treated her like an outsider. And if Ridahne was going to be sent unprepared on perhaps the most important mission in history, she would want anyone who knew anything to tell her what they knew. Didn't that just make sense? Besides, yelling at Ridahne was a sure way to spark a fire, as she generally didn't like being yelled at. She herself was prone to outbursts, and that combination made her rise to her feet. She was tall even among Azurei people and towered over Darin, the firelight turning her already honey eyes a dangerous orange-gold. 

"And how was I supposed to know that?" She shouted. "From what you've told me the people of your village mocked you and disrespected you at every turn! And you expect me to know the difference?" Her eyes narrowed. She had gotten the distinct feeling Darin was not satisfied with the information Ridahne had given her and that irritated her even further. She understood that they were strangers and Darin wanted to know who she was traveling with, but the questions she had asked, Ridahne at least [I]tried[/I] to answer. She had explained some basic things about the Ojih and she had accurately described the Eija. They were not one thing and she had tried to explain this nuance. Yes, she had left something out, but she wasn't ready for that yet. Darin would find out soon enough...just...not yet.

"You might think you want answers about me, Darin. But have you ever considered that maybe you don't want to know? I swore an oath I would not deceive you and I meant it. I swore to serve you, Ri'atal. And if you commanded it of me I would tell you every black stain on my pathetic life but you did not, we were casually talking and so I tried to answer you without revealing things I wasn't ready for. I TRIED, alright? What more do you want from me??"

Ridahne growled and kicked her own pack, letting Darin go. She wasn't about to go after her. For one thing, it wouldn't actually do any good. Space was good for both of them. What was more, Ridahne got mean when she stormed out and someone tried to follow her and continue the conversation. She broke a woman's finger like that once. So, frustrated, she paced around the cave for a while before slumping down and taking something to eat. She wasn't going to cook tonight and a cold supper would do just fine. Darin could leave her and never come back for all she cared. There was nothing forcing the human to keep her on as company and she was free to leave her if she wanted. Though she'd left her pack and Talbot, Ridahne still thought darkly about Darin leaving her. Then she could say with finality that she'd failed and could go home one last time, report to the Sota Sol of her failure and have done with it. 

Grouchy, Ridahne draped her cloak over her, hood up, and lay on her side with her saddlebags as a pillow, and Mitaja stretched beside her to add warmth.