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Something in her chest eased when she received her answer, both verbally, and in the welcome sight of Baby moving spryly and energetically in her direction. Even so, she was too angry to offer even hoarse words of comfort. She laid her paw over him, folding him into her, but wary still of putting her own angry jaws too close to his bruised body.

Her orange eyes locked quickly back on Milan.

"Who was that?" she croaked, her voice quieter than she meant it to be. She would, in fact, wake up quite without it, and would not be able to produce more than a rasp for days yet to come.

She did not waste breath on answering the other woman just yet. She was unaware of her own injured leg, in any case.