I cannot help but give out the smallest half-laugh at his question. What does it taste like? I had wondered that. Natiya had answered that. But I will not give him the same response as Natiya, a daughter too caught up with her brother to see clearly. "Strong." I say simply after a moment of intentionally allowing the blood to settle on my tongue, intentionally allowing him to see it as such. His mind is an interesting thing. Strong but weak; determined yet so easily swayed; he walks a path I think even he can barely see.

His hatred, however, is clear. I pause as he spits out the words like a snake but I am quick to continue tending to the wounds - I move away from him, watchful but in search of moss to patch the wounds. Crude but effective - just like his punishment. As I sift across the stones and bark, eventually finding the lush green moss hat comes with the fall, I give him his answers. "Perhaps I was hoping you would be the death of him instead," I muse before I scrape the moss from the stone, "but dear Thorn, it is him who wanted to punish you. He offered, sought it out. He thought he was doing me a favor -" I turn to him, taking the moss towards him before I sit down in front of him. My eyes meet his then. "And now he has hurt Glorall, a valued member, the Shade's conduit. Now he owes a debt, don't you think?" That is the nature of punishment and revenge, no? Ceaseless cycle. One simply has to hope or orchestrate in such a way that the cycle continues in your favor.

Slowly, I pad his deeper wounds with the moss. I am silent as I do so, leaning back from time to time to admir my rather shoddy work. It would be nicer if Zeltzin was here, that much I can admit. But I would not allow a wolf such as Samia to tend to this situation. Ah, even Zeltzin would likely not understand.