His offer to show her the prettier version of what he had blinded her with turns her forced smile into a warm grin that softens her features. “I’d like that so I’ll be sure to remind you.” She’s seen sunsets a plenty, of course, but she’s still curious all the same - and wouldn’t mind seeing what it was like to have her vision taken over in a situation other than a fight when she might have a chance to marvel at it properly.
And then, well, he just goes right out and asks if she’s there for a fight. She huffs out a long breath and her black hooves shuffle slightly in the sand - stealing a couple seconds to sort out the thoughts that she had just dissipated only to have them come crashing back in. So she hadn’t quite succeeded in changing the subject. Somehow, though, this approach feels a little easier. And it helps too that he adds that he’d be ready to go in a few hours - an expression of amusement matching his appearing on her features at that comment.
Mazikeen decides to answer as honestly as she can. The only two possibilities she can think of is either he’ll understand or he’ll be rude about it and both of those will help in their own way.
“Well… kinda? That was the plan, after we parted ways last time. I was going to hunt you down and prove to us both that I could win. Prove that Breach hadn’t made a mistake making me Champion.” Okay, maybe that was a little too honest. So she shakes her head as if to clear away those thoughts and presses on. “But then the sun went out and then… well you just seem so nice for someone who kicked my ass. You’re not what I expected.” There's a shrug of her pale shoulder as she says this but she's not embarrassed by the truth of it. Even after his burst of questions at the end of her fight, she’d really expected to find him to be an irritable jerk like someone else she knew. She thought just the sight of Gale would set her temper on fire. And even though she’s full of too many emotions she does not want to deal with, the explosive anger just isn’t there.
Then her lips twist with a lopsided grin, her voice lighter as she continues. “Maybe we could spar though - once you’ve rested? I don’t think anything has changed, I haven’t noticed anything new, anyway. I've still got my shifting, fire, and sparkling personality.”
She’s curious, though, about the delay - and (belatedly) thinks about the yawn that had proceeded his question. “Did I wake you? Is that why you’re so tired?”
@[Gale]