The dark woman exhaled from her nose as the woman's fury spilled forth. Amunet did not flinch at the snap of teeth near her face. There was a cold look in her eyes, a restraint she preserved in part for Ezra since this apparently was a family matter. It is when she turns her wrath back to Ezra that her eyes narrow. She could temper her reaction when the fury of another was directed at herself, and yet this pricked at her skin like the sting of a wasp. Still, there is restraint; the woman was clearly pained, and while she didn't deal with such a circumstance, the beast wasn't apathetic to the stranger's reaction.


It is Ezra's response that caught her attention; for the first time, she truly took in the scene around them. She hadn't taken in the scope of things entirely. A part of her wished to speak, and yet she remained silent and watchful, her gaze softening on Ezra for a moment. It is the approach of another that draws her attention, and she studies the new stranger, who keeps a respectful distance. She hadn't a fondness for strangers as much as family, as they may be, or even friends to the male at her side. She can only regard the lot with a cold indifference, silently waiting and following Ezra's lead.

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