"Um, well," Avis said, leading Mace away from the throng of other mages, towards the far wall. "I was wanting to, uh, to apologize. To you...I'm sorry for what I said after the last Consilium meeting. I was having a hard time processing my anger, part of it directed at myself, part of it at what was happening, and in the end I didn't really process it at all. Instead of that, instead of funneling it into something constructive, I lashed out at you and at Nous and the others. I'm not saying that's an excuse, by the way, I know that I fucked up. I'm just, ya know, trying to explain why I said what I said. And I'm sorry I did. You didn't deserve it."
The Warlock paused, waiting to see what the Necromancer would say. Avis' thoughts were fluttering and fleeting inside her skull, and far less eloquent than when she'd spoken to Pepper, maybe because the injury was less in that instance, so Avis was hesitant to go much further without getting some sort of response to guide her next foray into repairing what had been a budding friendship before she'd taken a claw hammer to it.