Her reply wasn't misunderstood. Gael had come to understand Gren's patterns with speaking, Plus her body language spoke volumes that the less than affectionate (to some) words suggested.

He felt like he could take on the Firekin alone and come out unscathed. Lifting his head happily he had to resist the urge to run in circles to release some of the energy that was building up. Where had Nokhoi slunk off to? He could go a few more rounds with him and beat the stuffing out of him.

"Good," he said, glancing at those that were still milling about. "Now they'll know and no one else will bother you."

Or, if they did, he'd have every right to knock some sense into them, too.

Kimaria
I think we can end it there!