Downypaw pauses thoughtfully. It's no secret that Cottonfang had been the one who had guided them out of Sootstar's WindClan, and no surprise that it'd been her who'd orchestrated the escape. They don't know whether anyone knew that she'd given them a chance to grieve Lilacstem and Larkfeather though. "I appreciate her." The words are drawn out slowly, methodically. "I know I owe her a lot. And I admire her." Not for having the courage to flee from under the iron paw she'd lived beneath her whole life, although that too is a feat worth admiring. It'd been for the lies she'd spun around them both, a web of steel spidersilk to hide from prying eyes, and the way she had convinced Bluefrost to let them go. Although, they suspect that last one to be just as much Bluefrost as it had been Cottonfang.
And yet, they couldn't tell anyone in good faith that they really knew Cottonfang. Sootstar, through all what blinded her, probably knew more about the medicine cat apprentice than they did. Surely it wasn't anything special about them that had swayed Cottonfang into letting them tag along in her flight. They don't think pity is a strong enough motivator for it either. At night, along with everything else that had happened, they still think about why.
"She's very busy now." Downypaw has grown up enough now to feel awkward about things too. They show it with a slight smile and a shrug. "I don't talk to her that much." Cottonfang had faced no consequences for bringing them along, and it might've even worked to her favor in the face of Sunstride's scrutiny, but they still can't shake the nag of guilt in their stomach. Something, too many things, could have gone wrong. An actual sprained paw for their unfamiliarity aboveground, a tunnel collapse for their inexperience, an errant slip of their lie for their youth. An execution for the chance that Downypaw's fear of Sootstar outweighed their trust in Cottonfang. At every turn, they saw the routes of betrayal they could've taken.
It's not like they could ask her why—well, they could, but that would just be so weird. And it's not like they go out of their way to avoid her. They don't ever get that chance. It makes them anxiously grateful, as though they've been handed an item the seller had graciously allowed them to pay for later on account of their poverty now. They don't know when she'd come to collect, to make real the imaginary axe hovering above their neck—or if she ever would, because the kind of creature that'd help a near-stranger to her own detriment wouldn't do such a thing, would she?
ooc: i love cot n i love rping again w you rae!!! i didn't mean to write this much but apparently i had more thoughts. i think cot is a rly cool character and i love seeing how she's grown since she was a kit & in particular i'm interested in when/if she finds out that soot planted the sign from starclan (ok idk if this actually happened or if she knows yet, feel free to correct me if i'm trying to gaslight you!!!)