"So what do you wanna on doing now?" Iskall asked as he Scar pulled out of the hug. "What are your plans? You going to pursue this or forget it ever happened?" Maybe if the words came from anyone else's mouth (except maybe Cub), Scar would have grit his teeth in frustration and gotten riled up.
But this was Iskall, and his voice was gentle. Soft. Inquiring out of curiosity rather than malice.

"I...I don't know. Part of me wants to chase down Grian and apologise and the other part wants to keep being mad at him." He admitted. "It sounds childish without a lot of the details, now that I say it out loud." A bitter laugh followed.

"No it doesn't." Iskall smiled. "It's something that's bothering you. It's not stupid or childish."

Scar nodded, plonking his head onto the others shoulder again, relishing in the comforting silence before Iskall spoke up again.
"So why do you want to keep being mad at Grian?"

"I came from a world of magic. It's empty now and his kind had everything to do with it." He answered before immediately realise what he said. He spilled Grians secret. Again. Without even thinking this time- god he really was useless wasn't he?

But if Iskall heard and understood what exactly Scar had let slip, he didn't pay any heed to it, plowing right along through the conversation. "That's a valid reason to still be mad. So why do you want to apologise?"

Scar sat there, searching for the right words to say, how to explain how he missed the Jungle Bandit, the life and laughter that sounded from the hobbit hole that was so close to Larry. How could he explain how wrong the jungle felt without Grian? The question left him wondering which sounds would properly convey how he felt.
"Because....because he's my friend. I miss him."

And that earned another hug from Iskall. "Why don't you message him? It's Grian we're talking about, he's gotta he missing you too."

And without too much of a hassle, Iskall convinced Scar to send Grian a simple message and waited for a reply.
Just a simple "hi" was all.

And solid 2 minutes passed, the wait causing Scar's anxiety to spiral out of control.
"Oh god he hates me, he hates me- I shouldn't have done that, why did I listen to you why did I do that I'm so stu-"

"Scar." Iskalls voice cut him off, "You are not stupid. He doesn't hate you. He's probably just as surprised to get a text from you as you were at the idea of sending it." And sure enough, a simple message came through from the faerie, settling Scar's mind. Now the challenge was how to continue the damn conversation.