"Hey, there is no need to apologize, Icarus. It wasn't your fault you all passed out," Naya replied, smiling lightly.
"Yeah. Don't beat yourself up about it, okay, Flareon?" Freedom added, holding out a paw in front of him almost defensively.
After saying this, Naya looked over to Violet. "Wait, you moved me? I was wondering who it could have been, since it definitely wasn't me. Did you drape that blanket over me, too?" The Persian tilted her head to the side slightly.
"Hold up," Freedom began, "You slept on the floor?" he laughed at Naya's red face when he said this.
It was a very rare sight, seeing Naya mad, but this was an embarrassed madness. An almost inaudible growl escaped from the back of her throat. Why am I so mad at something so small? she wondered. The only thing she said was this: "Common courtesy."
"Yeesh. Touchy subject. Sorry 'bout that," Freedom sweat-dropped, confused at the Persian's sudden attitude. He turned around to face Lydia again. "Well, you've been quiet for a while. You sure you're okay?"
Looking at Bella, Naya's smile returned, bigger than last time. "Hello again, Bella! Everyone's fine at the moment, thankfully. Just resting." she looked around the room, first at Goldie, and ended on Freedom, a tiny scowl finding a place on her face, before looking at the Servine once again. "This Jolteon is Icarus's and Violet's evolved child, Goldie. And, yes, the Pancham is a friend, although I was never told her name..." Naya trailed off, glancing back at the Pancham for a second.