V'Ler notices this, but he's - distracted; either his own conveniently timed hormonal issues are in full swing now or he finds something attractive about crying, life-threateningly desperate women who have been surprise-engaged to him as part of recovering said endangered species.

He shifts his weight, takes a step forward.

"T'Mir, your display is unseemly, even at this time," hisses one of the elders.

"I hate you so much," she hisses back at him through the tears.