Broken, Broken Bells

Well, things hadn't gone quite as expected for Bellamy's first visit to Winterfell, and he had to admit...it was his fault. Or he felt that way, anyway. He had forgotten to tell his members that if she came by to let him know, but of course with his mind on so many other things...well...he should've remembered that her way of life was so much different than theirs. She had wandered into the territory and young Incendio had found her, thought her a trespasser, and did what he was supposed to do. In a way, he was proud of his nephew for doing his duty. On the other hand, he felt bad Belle had been in that situation.

And all because he forgot.

He felt bad, so after the confrontation he had sent Belle to see a healer and Incendio went off to see Ignis for his wounds to be tended. He didn't think it wise at the moment for the pair to be around each other for the time being, and he would apologize on his nephews behalf. Belle he knew, was aggressive by nature. But she had been raised that way...he didn't blame her for not being the wiser, and judging by how she had reacted the first time they met, he figured she just didn't know any better.

He approached the den in time to find that Drifa had just arrived and the alabaster King nodded a greeting to her, "Hello Drifa, thank you for coming. It's uh..." How should he put it? "A bit of a tricky situation." When he glanced towards the den he could practically feel all sorts of things coming from it in waves. Primarily...fear. He knew a bit of her history, so he thought it best to fill Drifa in on some of it for everyones safety. "Your patient is...how should I put this...unaccustomed to our customs. She trespassed without realizing it, and Incendio attacked her thinking she was hostile. I neglected to inform everyone of our guest, so I take the blame for that. She's also...well...wary of us. She may act with aggression, so she needs a gentle and calm hand," He didn't doubt Drifa would be just that. He didn't know her well, but as a healer, he trusted her to know what to do.

With that said, he turned his attention to the den and spoke from his position, not daring to go in and make her feel cornered. "Belle? It's me, Acere. Drifa is our healer, and she would like to look at your injuries and patch you up so that they don't worsen. You can trust her," He didn't expect her to take his word for it, but he wanted her to know she wasn't in danger. "I also apologize on behalf of my nephew. I neglected to inform the pack you might be stopping by for a visit...I'm sorry about that. We're here to help when you are ready." While he wasn't a healer, he'd help Drifa if she needed it.