Barrow Fields death becomes you

Kaori was silent and her stare unbroken as she watched the scene unfold before her, a snarl wiped clean of his features and a show most unusual performed; she was a stranger to submission, truly, her instinctual response buried so deeply beneath her teachings that she could not even begin to understand what it was that made him bend the way he did. Thus she trembled, still, though in awe of the sudden alteration to his being. Would he bring harm to her? Was this day to be her last? Every act that she’d yet to commit and experiences she’d never felt fluttered through her mind, reminding her that she was not ready to join the stars—yet she knew she would have no say in that, should it be her fate, for only Draco could revoke decisions previously made, and almost only ever for his dear vessel. Drawing in a deep breath, she pinched her eyes shut and waited—

—but there was no pain, no teeth tearing through flesh.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and sought out the male’s gaze, curious as ever—and then came the whine, forcing her ears to lay flat against her crown, eyes gleaming with an unspoken apology, for surely she had offended him. Her mind wandered back to previous encounters, to how often she seemed to accuse others of crimes before they were committed, and even when there was no intention for them to ever be. Weighed down by these things was her heart, awful feelings working through her as she was filled with regret for her inexcusable judgment. “I am sorry,” she uttered, at last, dipping her head and dragging her eyes off of him. “Are you alright?” Surely not, his honour undoubtedly struck, but she hoped to be of use in salvaging that which potential for pleasantries might remain.