They had nothing to say to each other.
She stood glaring at the boy in the mirror, one eyebrow raised in arrogance as she . He scowled back, his arms crossed over his chest.
She huffed, tossing her black curls over her shoulder; and he in return tilted his head and jutted his chin out stubbornly.
Snatching the fabric where her hand naturally fell at her side, she swished it upwards as she planted her fist to her hip. He put a hand to his hip and raised an eyebrow in imitation. She sighed (a sigh that ended in a growl) and, rolling her eyes, looked away from the mirror. Both fell silent again.
Slowly, the girl lowered her eyes to look at her fist. The folds of fabric fell from her clenched hand, which uncurled and smoothed out the wrinkles. She took a deep breath.
In the same moment, the boy sighed and uncrossed his own arms. He ducked his head a little, and reached up to rub the back of his neck.
She brushed back a wayward curl and turned to face the boy.
Abashed, he met her eyes with a wincing sort of grin. "Look, I'm sorry. I should've been kinder about what I said."
"And I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so quick to snap at you about it. I know you didn't mean it. Forgive me, Cor?"
Relief spread across his face, and he smiled at his friend. "Of course, Aravis. Forgive me?"