( Wrath halts in his walk despite the anger urging his feet to continue its path. He is, as always, in control of his own emotions, and he can tell she wishes to handle this on her own. It is not as if he ever doubted she could. She simply should not have had to.
She did not ask for this, and neither of these mortals take into consideration her feelings, her wants, how their actions may affect her. And he reads more than anger in her tone of voice. Perhaps he simply knows her so well. He takes in a careful, controlled breath and then releases it again before he speaks: )
You can.
( It is quiet acknowledgement before he finds a shadow to slip into. A moment later, he transvenios to her room to wait and listen. He does quite enjoy her sharp tongue, and this time, it will be used to eviscerate mortals who could not be more deserving of it. )
no subject
She did not ask for this, and neither of these mortals take into consideration her feelings, her wants, how their actions may affect her. And he reads more than anger in her tone of voice. Perhaps he simply knows her so well. He takes in a careful, controlled breath and then releases it again before he speaks: )
You can.
( It is quiet acknowledgement before he finds a shadow to slip into. A moment later, he transvenios to her room to wait and listen. He does quite enjoy her sharp tongue, and this time, it will be used to eviscerate mortals who could not be more deserving of it. )