[she lets him be angry - she knows what that's like, to feel it rising up. she'd be furious too. she still is, sometimes, that it ever happened.

but she finds it hard to right this instant, because he's so angry for her that it almost makes her feel sort of good. loved, maybe, that he cares as much as he does. she knew that he did, but like always, it's something else to feel it, to hear it. and the threat of violence specifically makes her tail flick in approval, too.

just because she doesn't like hurting innocent people doesn't mean she's above a little ripping the throats out objectively evil creatures.]

I believe you. [she murmurs, with a brief shiver of something heated. she can't help it... sometimes it's very hot for your partner to be like i'd rip someone to shreds for you.] I'd let you at her if I thought it'd be worth the risk.

Thank you. [genuinely.] Fuck her. Fuck everything she did.