Reluctant patience

Zee rolled her eyes at her husband's fierce protective streak. If it was any other woman - aside from Deathbelle, that is - and one he didn't so outwardly claim as a sibling, Zee'd have felt jealousy at his worry being directed at someone other then herself. "She's fine, Sirius." She assured him with a short light laugh. "If she wasn't fine you would have heard about it. Besides, when did you become more worried about the little healer then your own Empress?" Her eyes twinkled playfully, and she nudged him with her shoulder. "Deathbelle was there as well and as I hear it was injured as well." She knew the information would likely infuriate the man further, but it amused her that still her warlord was den-ridden and had no choice but to trust that the capable women in his life could take care of themselves.

He agreed they'd needed more bodies, and Zee's lips pursed at the thought of their armada badly protected. "I'm not sure where we should find them." She admitted. "Perhaps we should start looking at alliances as well."