[ In some sort of positive feedback loop, Gray relaxes further as Amos does. Yes, everything will be a-ok... probably. Just some mischievous fairy's prank. Probably. What's important is that Amos no longer looks like he's on the verge of freaking out.

When he starts apologizing to her, Gray puts her hands up before her in an urgent but delicate movement, warding his words away. ]

No, it's alright. You couldn't have known. And... [ Her head lowers a bit in apology herself. ] I was prepared to do the same. If the wing hadn't started breaking apart...

[ They'd probably still be fighting right now. ]

I'm sorry too, Mr. Amos.