She tries her best to straighten her back, to look in control despite feeling like her insides might be liquefying. Years of conditioning and instinct scream at her don't show weakness in front of highbloods. Even when it's him.

When he warns her against touching the yellowblood, she starts to respond but stops when he bows his head. It's strange and a little confusing, seeing him show submission to her with others present. For a moment it really sinks in how much older she is than him now. He's still just an Initiate, barely older than she was when she began her legislacerator training. Then then pain hits her again, jerking her out of her thoughts and back to a very painful reality.

"Keep your claws off-" She swallows more blood but a little still trickles from her lips and stains her red apron. "-Off of my descendant and I will stay clear of your yellowblood!" Ugh, talking is pain. Refrain from talking too much.

Out of the corner of her eye she spots pointed horns. He's already gone so she bolts.