She watches as Balthazar comes over, tail slowing it's furious lashing to something more sedate, the tip doing most of the movement. "No." Which was true, for the most part. The bruise would fade. The claw marks and bite marks were already healing. She was more pissed that it had gone there so quickly than anything and maybe, just maybe, she took a little bit of pleasure in moving to rest her head on Balthazar's shoulder, even if she has to slouch a bit to do it.

"She's the one with her panties in a bunch." The words are rumbled but legible as she looks over at Brigid.