Wendy blinked. While the idea of apologizing to a plushie did not seem ridiculous to him - or, at least, not more ridiculous than most things humans did - he did have a problem with eating crow. In that sense, Ryuuko and he were very similar: they were both proud, vain creatures. It was amazing that they had not come to blows before.
He had already debased himself by apologizing once, and now she wanted him to do more?
He sighed. And yet, he understood. By attacking her in her lair, he had jeopardized the one thing she valued more than anything else: her hoard. It was something Wendy did not understand, but he knew it to be true. That was the sole reason he had covered her plushies with snow.
He looked the plushie in its overly large eyes. Solemnly, he said: "I am sorry, plump orange dragon."