There was nothing to protest, other than the pain that her body was in. Even that was nothing compared to the man carrying her off to, she's not sure where. Nor does she care on the where either. Everything is a blur through shed and unshed tears, as it was.

She vaguely notices the cottage and once they're inside, merely leans against him once he's sitting down, and she's in his lap. The tail that drapes over her legs is new. New to the point that she reaches down and brushes shaky fingers over it.

Leaning into that touch, she looks up at him," How... You weren't." Alive where she just came from.