Sirius flicked an ear as Nimbus spoke, and did his best to ignore the mans pleas. His attention was on Deathbelle, who did not look annoyed at him for bringing home this wolf. He did keep part of his gaze on the man, on the watch for any hint of steel he hadn’t seen in him before now. Especially with Lady Lucretia within biting distance of the man.
Deathbelle offered a great deal more soothing than Sirius was capable of for a stranger, promising him that they would see to his injuries, and then speak to him of the future from there. As Nimbus came to understand his position as slave, Sirius would keep careful watch over him whenever he was near Deathbelle. He took his position as her defender with absolute seriousness.
He gave his head a slight nod in agreement when Deathbelle mentioned his part in getting the man to the healers den. He had expected as much. Seer grabbed hold of the coat once more as the healer began to head to her den. With a grunt, he gave Deathbelle a nod, and began to follow Lady Lucretia.
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