Try and Try Again

She would be greeted with a low growl that caused her lips stretched into a wider grin. Venomous words fell from his pale lips, causing her own jaw to drop in disbelief. For a moment she stared at him, stunned. He had banished someone? His own sister?! He would recline into a sit by the time she recovered her surprise. "Wow. Who would have thought sweet, little ole Bass would banish someone." Eyes were still brightly colored with surprise, though amusement began to color her features. He would inquire about her presence and she shrugged at first. "I thought if you were gonna bleed to death, you might want some company." Tones were nonchalant despite the wicked smirk that toyed with her lips.

Now that she was beside him, she thoroughly inspected his injuries, blood caking his shoulders and scruff, he had a slight favoring to his left foreleg. A brow would lift. Her own injuries had healed enough that she would move without her chest bursting open and bleeding all over the place. Her ribs didn't burn quite so much with every breath, nor did she walk with a limp. Now she just had to go visit her son and get the story from him, she had feeling that Bass might have a different view point than Valentine. "I must say, I'm surprised to find you so alone." She would purr, danger mingling with vague amusement. The last time she had seen him, he had been so worried about being caught. But now he sat before her, far from his home, and utterly alone. It was almost to easy toying with him. Even if she never admitted it, she did on some small level, care for him.