He ascends so easily toward her perch upon the flat rock, perhaps from his climbs within Diveen, and she is glad that he has come. He is taller than her by only an inch and yet she is fuller of figure now that she has completely grown into her skin. Her lineage has assured that she will be a formidable opponent when provoked, an unstoppable tank once started, and yet she still is blessed with those curves of her grandmother despite her stockier nature. She is exotic in her appearance, more so than even her mother, dare she say it and surely one has noticed as she has grown.

Her tassel thumps lightly upon the rock at his approach although as he comes closer his nose immediately starts twitching, obviously detecting the recent scent of her fight. His muzzle presses closer into the plush fur around her neck and shoulders, causing her to chuckle lightly and nip toward his face for tickling her with his intrusion. Though when he retreats from her proximity it is no longer a jovial attitude that he brings, but one of concern and perhaps anger, something of which she does not understand why. ”Oh, stop it. They are nothing! Hardly even scratches compared to what I’ve been through before.” she reassures him, offering a smile to show that she is certainly okay, and yet for some reason she doesn’t believe that he will buy it.

A sigh is pressed from her lungs as she knows that he won’t simply drop it so easily. ”I certainly don’t need to be protected by anyone. I’ve been on my own for a whole year. Plus, you’ve been so far away in the canyons – I always had to fend for myself.” perhaps it was taken a bit more harshly than she intended but Bellatrix was never quite good with words, often biting her tongue after saying them. This being one instance. ”I mean… I’m sure you would have been here if you could.” another exasperated sigh as her eyes dart about uneasily. ”What I meant was that my mother had always drilled these ideals into us. It comes naturally. So don’t worry about me.” she finishes with an agitated tone, more so on her fumbling of words than his concern with her wellbeing.

A devious grin befalls her features now though as she lifts her head higher and eyes him once more. ”Gotta show ‘em who's boss anyway, right?” it is a display of ego and joking mannerisms to ease his tension in a way. But maybe it is only adding more harm than good to her cause.