The woman did not wish to see the destruction behind them. She had always loved that room, but now it was history. But eyes desired what she did not, and her rubies peered past the Russian and toward the motes of white that attempted to follow through the open door and into the hallway. Her frown was a saddened one, and her fingers curled firmly around the cold form in her palms. Was she too late? The body should have been warm with fur like silk. But the thing she held was damp and wet, though she decided despite frozen fingers that there was a pulsing beat beneath fur and flesh. Things could have turned worse than this, and the red eyed princess felt a flow of rare relief settle with her. They were all right, and the one she adored more than anything remained with her. Was it strange to think that she would be safe as long as he was near?
He asked if she was all right, but she did not wish to grant him the genuine truth. It was a difficult question anyway, because everything did in fact feel better in his presence. Pain stabbed ruthlessly through the sole of her injured foot and up, but aside from that she was definitely all right. The rodent in her hands was saved. Though.. How deep was that red oozing cut under her foot? ”It hurts a bit,” she admitted, modest in her confession. She did not wish to test it by adding weight on her leg. Perhaps she should have someone take a look at it, though she was uncertain who would be skilled enough to do something about the injury. As long as the bleeding stopped, she would be happy. Red drops had followed them from the room, but she had bled before and would again. It was the colour that made the blood loss seem much worse, so she refused to worry about the trail she had left.
A tender finger stroke along the unconscious rodent’s damp fur. ”I think so,” she half smiled, looking up to her pet’s saviour. Most of Inferni’s members loathed the Triarii’s little pets, but he had never expressed displeasure or disgust around them. She appreciated that. But what was she going to do now? The girl let some more of her weight over on him, seeking any excuse she got to remain close to his form. All she was good at was to destroy things, and she believed she had ruined what the two of them could have had. It was her fault; she could not let the past rest. It was that ugly fear, but Silas remained regardless. She did not want him to go now, even if she was safe from the violent weather. ”You saved us,” a smile embraced her face then, softened by pleasant emotion he stirred in her.