We'll fight until you forget who you belong to

She heard Seer’s call far in the east, not where she would normally expect her once bodyguard. The message was simple enough, come find me i need aid. Though she heard no urgency in his tones the Empress quickly gathered up a few of her supplies and started that direction. Of course it would take time to get from the islands all the way to the mangrove, and she hoped her big oaf didn’t bleed out in the time it took her pregnant form to make it there. She was just barely showing this time, and hadn’t cut back on any of her duties. The exercise was good for her, but her hand maiden would have her work cut out for her when the Empress returned.

Eventually she’d find the man she adored, his face bloodied and bruised. Bast warned her not to ask any questions, so she would remain silent of them. For now. Her bright lavender eyes fell on the stranger and she sensed the tension that was thick in the air. He seemed equally tousled.

Deathbelle returned her attention to Sirius, her ivory splashed form moving closer to him as her keen eye took in the injuries he’d sustained. ”What can I do for you, Sirius?” She asked curiously, her tail swaying at her hips as her eyes shifted between the warlord and dark pelted stranger.