Vena seems content to hit him just the once. Violence isn't in her nature; she wrestles some of the other girls around her age sometimes, but it's more of a puppyish, physical romp than anything that looks like a fight, all yelps and giggles. She didn't even really commit to either a slap or a punch, more of a quick, pointed shove.

"It doesn't have to be long! Just not disappearing!" she huffs, her eyes overbright. "You don't even have anywhere important to be. Don't you care? Are you even gonna miss me?"

That's too sincere a question for Lashan, who winces from horseback. She starts, "Vena..."

"No, I want to know! I miss everyone who goes. They should... they should miss me back. A little. Sometimes." The girl's voice starts loud and passionate and trails off, smaller and more plaintive. "Or at least think of me."