The slave girl was quick to apologize for her transgression, but Belle hadn’t much been disturbed. Yes she was meditating, but she had also been about to retreat from her room to watch the lightning storm. She did expect the qick ‘no’ that fell from Zee’s lips, but she hadn’t quite expected the reason. She leaned more heavily into her serant’s side, she was feeling a bit warm and fuzzy at being Zee’s choice of comfort. It meant the girl did have trust in her Empress. Her words were fast and nervous as she explained herself, thunderstorms seriously effected her, and her normal mode of comfort was not available. While Belle knew the two of them shared a ‘den’ she had considered it thus far like servant quarters. They lived mostly separate but within the same complex. The way Zee spoke of him made Deathbelle’s stomach tie into knots.
Unintentionally she stiffened against the blue marked woman, her mind raced with the words she had been given. Was this a regular occurence? Was her guardian snuggling up her her own handmaiden when they weren’t with her? Belle took a deep breath and relaxed again, pushing the thoughts from her mind. No surely not. Seer was hers, and Zeitgeist would never turn against her master like that. She almost said something harsh, but mellowed herself. There was no proof of anything her mind jumped to. "You are always welcome in my presence," Belle offered softly as she began to groom the fur of her servant’s scruff absently. The action was meant to be a comfort to Zee, but it also soothed the Empress.
"Speech"
Deathbelle wears a rosebud tiara that is not shown in her art.
