He landed on the ground unceremoniously and felt rage swell in his chest, but he gritted his teeth and stayed there for a moment. He could respect someone who spoke this language and could actually surprise him like this. He was shamed, but he deserved it for not noticing the shift in her weight, the movement building up. So he swallowed that anger, and he swallowed that shame.

Uldren stood and straightened himself out with an annoyed expression, crossing his arms as he loomed behind her, giving her reflection a final examination. "It'll have to do." Nothing snarky, no insult. He was definitely examining her, but it was clinical: he was making sure the details were in place.

"It's all so impractical, isn't it?" This seemed to be his olive branch. He wasn't one to apologize, and apparently he wasn't going to comment about the stunt she pulled. His tone wasn't as harsh as before... but he still was not friendly.