There was a sudden surge of protectiveness that washed over her at the sight of him like this. Kyarst was her brother, one of the only siblings she felt she had left -- she knew she had many more, though who knew where the hell they were these days. Instantly he bristled at her harsh words and she returned the anger, letting it wash over her without effort and not bothering to contain it. Since when had they ever hid their feelings from one another, however extreme they might be? "It is my fucking business who you mess around with," she argued matter-of-factly. If he'd been in any other state, she wouldn't have hesitated to physically lash out at him, as she had before; but the stench of blood on his coat was enough to keep her from striking him. "Because you are the one who brought me here and you will be the one responsible if we end up getting kicked out because you can't control yourself." Still she sneered, visibly distraught over finding him like this, though she would walk briskly beside him still, unwilling to let him get away so easily.
She was grateful at least that he was on his way to clean himself properly and she eyed him with something like disgust in her gaze, nose wrinkling in his direction. 'And she wasn't my prey,' he commented and she snorted audibly in response. 'Sure," she retorted sharply, not fully believing him. He was the type to take what he wanted, regardless of the consequences, and she was the same way -- which is perhaps why she reacted so strongly when she ran into him like this. "Let me clean your neck after you wash yourself," she snapped quickly. Though she was irritated at him, the last thing she wanted to see was him succumb to infection, even if the wound wasn't terribly deep.
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