A fight would break out before she could say anything. Kylar had stepped on front of her before launching himself at the smaller man. She would smirk, watching with amusement. This had been the most she ever heard her husband speak in the last few months. But there would been brawl. The man would crumple beneath her husband almost immediately, submitting like a helpless pup. She would chuckle, though the sound was humorless. She would seek to come up beside her husband, along his left side, peering down at the fallen man. "Welcome home, I suppose." A sneer curled dark lips. "Leave these borders and it'll be the last thing you do." She would take note of his injuries, idly pondering sending him to Freya. Her gaze would shift to Kylar, smirking at him.