(From here  @duskrecluse )

Destiney halted a moment at the suddenly chilly tone to his voice. Damn it. She had stepped over a line again she had not realized was there. Was not the first time she had done so. Though the last time was a different friend. She moved to stand before him, holding her hands up in a surrendering posture, a hurt look to her expression for a moment.

“I apologize. I meant no ill will. I merely meant you should not speak so poorly of yourself.” She looked sadly down towards the ground at their feet, dropping her hands to her sides finally. “You shouldn’t make yourself less. I should not have jested about it. However I can see I have worn out my welcome. I truly am sorry, Basteaux. An I would still enjoy a chance to get drinks with you sometime if you would forgive me for my words.”

She sighed heavily an turned to start walking towards Quarrymill. “I have some work I needed to do over towards Quarrymill anyways. The Wailers needed some reports on Redbelly activity.” She knew she shouldn’t have said it. It was almost like a silent appeal towards the man’s work of clearing this part of the Shroud of bandits. She wanted him to forgive her but she wasn’t sure if staying an expecting it would make things worse or better. Probably worse. She slipped the familiar mask out of her pocket and slipped it into place. She looked back towards him one more time, sparing him a warm smile.