Ankyra Sound A place for my head.

Yami wasn't dense enough to not notice he was looking at her a little weird. But she was dense enough to not realize why. She squinted at him suspiciously, wondering if he had more of a head injury than they'd originally suspected. When he moved, she stepped forward to stop him, but ended up just hovering weirdly near him instead.

"Throttled, yes. Deserved? I doubt it," she said as she watched him. She wasn't privvy to what the conversation had been between the two of them that had inspired the violence, but Rosalyn was a hot-headed psychopath in her estimation. She'd probably just flipped on him for no reason. She remembered her talk of throwing Caiaphas to the neighbors to finish her off. Maybe Firefly had told her no.

"I don't know," she answered, "I don't think anyone has seen her since she attacked you." Which was lucky, because Rosalyn was one of those wolves in the pack that scared the hell out of her that she really hadn't wanted to see at Firefly's doorstep. "Do you remember anything about what happened?" she asked.