The Wall sammy was low, just watching the show

Disappointment came first, then a sort of bitter relief. If Aditya had dealt with the woman as he'd planned, the chance for her to sink her teeth into the bitch's pelt would have passed her by. Still, his news was not favorable; if she had strayed so far there was little chance they would see hide nor hair of her again. Her mate was awash with shame and guilt, and, perhaps in some subconscious attempt to even the footing between them, she sat, tail curling around her as her gaze bore into him, its tip flicking with a mix of emotion. 

He told her text what she wanted to hear but had not yet asked, and again relief washed over her, yet untainted by bitterness. Her mate was no frequent murderer, and while she hadn't expected anything of the sort, it was a relief to know he held no skeletons in the closet. She was silent a beat longer, before speaking lowly.  "I forgive you, mera pyaar." Her own echo of his language lacked the elegance in which he spoke it, but she tried it all the same. "do not forget me again." She added softly, gaze finding his and softening.