Eithne moved first, turning finally away from Vera and toward Eragos and Sleeping Tiger. It was neither a run, or a patient walk that she used to cross the distance between them, but somewhere in the middle of the two. She wasn't smiling, but most of the anger had left her face. She didn't want to be angry with him, or with anyone. She didn't want to feel guilty or upset. She simply wanted to get on with her life, and on with this. Either moving in the right direction toward the end, or at least with more to work with. She was sick of being injured and having to fight through pain or soreness. Add that to the list of things she was sick of, it was getting rather long.
There was something else in his eyes when he was looking at her. Eithne couldn't dismiss that something was bothering him, given how well she knew Eragos, but she couldn't dismiss the fact that she both felt more angry because he hadn't opened his mouth to apologize yet, or the fact that she'd rather kiss him than listen to him say sorry. It was as difficult as anything could be not to reach out to touch him, but they were standing in public, and neither of them had so far said anything to anyone about them as far as she knew. Whether or not either of them would ever say anything was a guess.
"I chased after you." Was what she said instead, smothering it only because there were still other Riders and other teachers around, as well as Sleeping Tiger and Lady Vera. "And I'm still angry." Because she could be nothing but honest, now.
Nothing but honest with him.
"Your nose looks better." She said this to Sleeping Tiger, with a slight nod of her head in his direction. "Glad you're both alright, in any case."