A slightly more aggressive touch- a pat on her shoulder, startled her as she stood on the edge of panic. He implied all her previous wounds had stories behind them- that her paw in particular was her own doing. She was sure her previous captors would argue that they were all her doing. That each wound was entirely avoidable, and each was a representation of poor decisions she had made. But he did not ask for the philosophy she had been taught, so instead, she would offer a shallow nod in acknowledgment, or confirmation ... whichever he interpreted it as.
Without further exchange, he commanded her along, turning on his heels as he left the cell. Without giving herself the opportunity to process, she staggered after him. The first few steps being fairly clumsy. But once she got the hang of her gait, it came a bit easier. His longer legs carried him a lot smoother and faster, and he made it obvious that he wouldn't be waiting for her. With his back to her, she allowed herself to look up at him. Taking in his massive shadowed frame with the occasional white markings. Though when she got the faintest indication that his attention was going to shift, she adverted her line of sight to the ground behind him. Adelina felt his gaze assessing her, for what, she wasn't aware. Not until he continued offering further options, she came to the conclusion that he was trying to sort out a name. Or maybe a label. Just something that she would be known as going forward. In the end, it didn't matter to her. She knew it was expected of her to answer to whatever he wanted to call her. Though she would never forget her given name, and in her mind, it was said in her mother's voice.
It fell silent between them as he maintained his focus on her. Only to be broken when Sirius said something that rattled her more than she could have anticipated. It was then, she sought to look at him with more curiosity and interest than she had dared in a long time. The girl had never known her father, just from stories. That he and the other males of her band were murdered, which ultimately led to the scattering of those who survived- her mother included. But when he retracted his statement only to describe to her that ... he knew the taste of him. It took a moment for that to register, but he didn't give it time for her to process. He continued on, glossing over the implication that he was her father's murderer. Adelina could feel a surge of emotion flooding to her features. "W-why are you telling me this?" She asked, beginning to understand where his sweetly disguised animosity was coming from. He kept talking and talking. Did he want her to talk back? The rules were becoming muddled and not knowing what was expected of her brought the welling sensation of anxiety back to the pit of her chest.
