"You did what?" Feather exploded at Tynan as the man made breakfast, the markings on her face mottling as her anger grew. Tynan sighed, he knew this was going to cause trouble. It was a blessing to have been able to have sneak them into the cave without waking her, but the inevitable explosion was at hand. Still, Tynan reflected, it could be worse. She could be killing them already. It didn't help that part of him fervently believed she was just saving up till she'd finished shouting.

"Uh-oh." Adam said mildly, watching the breakfast of fried bread cooking.

She rounded on the stunned younger priest, her eyes flashing. The older one still slept, snoring like a broken bellow. "You dare - you dare to-"

She was stopped short as Tynan took her arm and pointedly led her out of the den. "Alright," he sighed in resignation, once they were out of earshot of the den. "Lets begin."

"Begin what?" she asked him sharply.

"The yelling," Tynan replied. "I take it you were planning on doing that, weren't you?" She had the decency to blush in angry embarassment. Tynan smiled slightly. Strangely, here in the sunlight when she wasn't covered with blood, he realized she really was quite beautiful. "I don't mind if you'd like to vent, but they don't know about you and the camp," he went on reasonably. "They're just a couple of blameless priests sent up to do a dirty job, and I don't want to have gone through the trouble of saving them from whatever's out there just to have you kill them. Please? So if you intend on throwing a tantrum, feel free, only not so loud."

"Tantrum?!"

Tynan's smile broadened. "Oh I don't mind," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "You're quite pretty when you're angry actually."