Taich looked between the man and the bird, pursing her lips after a moment before notching the bow again and shooting at the sky. Another perfectly straight arrow right behind them, the other black arrow not too far away in a mostly straight line.
"You know, Joey, now that you mention it," She squinted at Theon, "I do see a resemblance." What an odd bird. Taich looked at Tristan as she held him at her side and there was a brief moment of confused eye contact. Tristan didn't know what to make of the bird either. At least he could explain himself away.
"Why are you sorry about that?" Taich gave Tristan a wave and he sneered at her, "My pet bow swears at me. Though, your boy is pretty snappy with his insults. Sorry," Taich paused, looking at Theon's hood, "Your father is snappy with his insults."