Despite the proffering of the proverbial olive branch on Muriel's behalf, a pale feminine face swings side to side, dismissing her apology. Confusedly the mare lets one ear swivel sideways, at a loss of what words to conjure up next now that she has been denied a sincere apology for her truly inconsiderate actions. If this miss is a Seer, she must watch her step, ever so more now that Leliel accidentally crossed the borders. Her instinctive lashing out had been just that, instinctive, but it seemed Leliel would have none of her apologetic tendencies. The femme let her wings drop on his side as he pushed by, knowing he wouldn't slow down now that he had been offended by the young lass. Sighing softly, the coral damsel stepped to his side, for no matter the mess she'd never leave his side. He would always have her there as support. With Leliel on a rampage, she's unsure of when to answer the fae, and so instead gives a kindly smile that emanates more warmth than should be possible in such a simplistic expression. It speaks of her forgiveness. After all, nobody is perfect, Muriel certainly never claimed to be. She is young, she will make mistakes.

Her doubtful expression is received in a similar manner, face glowing with honesty and kindness. Muriel was a horrific liar, not that Aurelia would know that upon first meeting her, but the rose hued beauty had no reason to lie in the first place. It was far less harmful to seek shade and knowledge than to plan an infiltration via joining. Though, it was possible that was merely Muriel's personal opinion. They were not lurking in the crevices of the borders, after all, and had approached rather obviously. Hopefully the Seer would see in Muriel the truthfulness she wished to impart, and relax her guard a little. "Thank you, Aurelia." Gratitude was visible on the woman's face, for it wasn't a necessity for Aurelia to inform them of the cliffs, and it was clearly her sensitivity to Leliel's blindness that prompted the inclusion of such information.

While Leliel vehemently disapproved of their reception, Muriel nodded mutely to Aurelia's words, not wanting to inflame the situation any farther. Though it seemed futile, with the approach of a painted fellow, who was far kinder of word to the pair of them. Relief sagged lithe shoulders, and Muriel smiled faintly. This encounter and the blistering heat did nothing for her waning energy. "A pleasure, sir Aaron. My name is Muriel, this is Leliel. Are you well?" Genuine interest colored faintly smiling features, hoping to strike up conversation that was not burdened with such heavy tension.

Frowning softly and shrinking back, ears falling to her crown at Aurelia's anger, she sighed softly. Wordless, unsure how to respond when it was not directed towards her, she instead focused on Aaron's words and smiled graciously. "You're more than excused, Aaron. It's seemingly uncommon in this land? You are not the first." Laughing softly she edged closer to Leliel, dual wings reaching for him in her discomfort. The tension was making her feel sick, and her energy was waning quickly, especially with having to use her eyes and energy for two instead of one. Tentatively she reached to lay her cheek upon his shoulder, tired of all the drama and bone-weary in general.