He found her a short distance from the main house on the hardtop road leading to the city, as he expected. He believed that eventually her logic would prevail. If her survival skills were as exceptional as Spock had claimed in his letters to home, she would know that the roadway was the safest route.
As he pulled the aircar beside her, he could detect that she radiated fury. "Saavik, please embark upon the aircar," he commanded out of the open passenger door. She responded by clenching her fists and accelerating her pace.
Sarek suppressed a sigh. He'd been in this situation with his human wife and emotional children numerous times, but he had failed to ever determine the ideal argument that would impel someone to get into an aircar when they were determined not to.
"I do not know what has transpired to cause you such turmoil, but there is no logic in attempting the trek into the city on foot at night when you are ill prepared for the journey. For example, you lack adequate protective gear to comfortably endure the cold front that is forecasted to arrive in approximately one hour thirteen minutes."
Saavik glanced at the stars. In the western sky, they twinkled at an increased tempo that indicated that the oncoming cold front was likely to cause a dust storm. She considered the open passenger door of the aircar, and wondered if a dust storm, even one as violent as Vulcan's, would be worth enduring rather than suffering a period of time in an enclosed space with Sarek.
Ultimately she got into the aircar, but it was a close thing. After buckling in, she stared resolutely out of the passenger window at the distant city lights.
"What is our destination?" She turned to with a look of surprise on her face. "I did say that I would take you to your hotel if you desired. Do you believe that I would lie?"
"I do not know what to believe, as Spock has spoken about you and Lady Amanda rarely. But it is logical that a man as great as Spock would be raised by parents of great integrity. I would be grateful if you would return me to the hotel."
Sarek accelerated and surprised Saavik by remaining silent. Her anger was quickly giving way to sorrow and humiliation, and she realized that Sarek may be expecting an apology. "I am grateful for the invitation. I do not think I will be welcome again, and I must apologize for causing tension."
"Must you?" he asked. His eyes remained on the road. "I will accept an apology for your failure to suppress your powerful emotions, though it is not necessary. But an argument requires at least two parties, and you cannot apologize on his behalf."
"I do believe it necessary to express my regret at my lapse. I am experiencing a difficult situation, though I know that difficulty does not excuse an emotional outburst."
"Surak teaches us that control is the most valuable during difficult times," he offered.
She did not respond, choosing to ruminate on Surak's teachings and how she constantly failed to achieve what she strived for. At last, Sarek's car pulled into the covered drive of the hotel. As she exited, he called to her.
"Saavik, you are far from the first dinner guest to flee from my house after an emotional discussion. Indeed my children and wife have exerted excess force on that front door while in an agitated state too many times to recall. You are welcome to return at any point in the future. Live long and prosper."
Saavik was almost too stunned to return the greeting. "Peace and long life, Ambassador Sarek."
She entered the hotel, shivering slightly as the air was maintained a few degrees below the range that was comfortable for Vulcans. She stopped in her tracks suddenly, causing a staff member to narrowly avoid colliding with her with an antigrav luggage cart. Sarek's words were echoing in her head, but one particular word struck her:
"Children?"