Tarn picks up on Sixshot's unease, deciding that it's best to let the topic drop. He sighs, taking the bait.

"Trying to do damage control." His fingers busy themselves as he picks a bit nervously (though Tarn would never admit it) at a patch of dried mud behind one of the wolf's ear. "Helex is here."

He tries not to think about what would happen if Helex found out that he had pardoned Sixshot's defection. A fight between the two would surely be disastrous to say the least. Tarn shifts uneasily on his partner's spike, swallowing a groan as his valve walls ripple against it weakly.