Falcon doesn't quite relax. He doesn't move away- or change the way he's sitting, even if part of him itches to show Magpie I can sit just as respectfully and gracefully as you. Another part of him has its hackles raised, convinced there's an ulterior motive behind Magpie's actions.

Hereward tuts. Falcon... doesn't ignore it, but acknowledges it's irrational anxiety.

Magpie's apology is what makes him lift his head in surprise, though.

"I... why?" he huffs, letting his head drop back to his knees. "You only did what you thought was right."

But it did hurt. Hereward whispers, and Falcon's eyes narrow.

There's a pause, and Falcon's next words have to pry their way out of his mouth. "... You deserve one as well."