"Sh-sh-she's just trying to help in her ow-" Tas is cut off by a burst of magical energy from his arm as Bevole, unbidden, appears on the ground and bounds toward the angry blacksmith. The skunk can feel his masters trepidation but does not turn back, opting instead to brush against Kent's legs and dig playfully at his feet.
"I g-guess he's trying to cheer you up?" He hears the half-elf say awkwardly, and renews his affections, finally curling up for a nap, ignoring all the silent commands to return to his place on Tas' arm. His master eventually gives up and sits next to the half-orc shaking his head. He still doesn't understand the words that come next, but he knows that, much like himself, Tas is trying to make things better.
"The town owes you a lot Kent, you saved Sandpoint, I'm sure more than a few will help you rebuild this place. In the meantime, this can't have been an accident right?" Tas looks to Tsakua for confirmation of his theory even as Bevole starts to snore from his resting place at Kent's feet.