He looked at her, confused by the tone. This wasn't the reaction he'd expected. Granted, he should really expect her to act exactly the same; the confident, competent instructor was out of her depth and it was his fault...
//Battle-Sister need family-flock, not angry not-mate. Needs Mate, make nestings, angry not-mate time over.//
//I think the Thunder-bird is trying to say that your Second in command would like assurance that she is still welcome and that the sex between you was not a... was not something you find repulsive, Master.//
Why would she need that? Isn't it obvious?
There was a resounding silence in his head that spoke eloquently.
"You know, I'm not angry at you, right?" He fumbled, confusion in every line. "You're... you're Quisty. I need you." He finished lamely.