courtesy call

It had been some time since she'd seen her niece-apprentice. When Banshee approached, Lucretia offered her a warm smile. The typically clinical woman warmed easily to her family and Ban's absence had certainly been felt. So much had seemed to change in the interim. Winter had seen full growth of both of their festival mutations - Luce sported a pair of goat's horns and Banshee's fangs were prominently displayed.

"Just like Sirius, mmm?' She teased. The spunky Klein girl didn't much resemble the black titan in any other way, but he was a faithful and worthy servant to the Empire. Although he had struck out on his own, his loyalty to Deathbelle remained. The evidence of newly healed wounds was obvious in the way Banshee moved. "Are you faring well?" Lucretia asked pointedly, hoping for an honest response. There was no use beating around the bush with her when injury was involved.