<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">She opened her mouth to provide a rude retort but watched him walk away from her, or rather...limp away from her. A slow frown came across Zara's features as she watched Anel sharply. He had been hurt. She didn't know how exactly or why but he had been injured...and it was deep. Normally when a whore was hurt or bruised during a session (as she had been) the damage was not so severe that it would hinder them. Hurting or damaging the 'property' of the Teahouse meant you paid a fee. And often dealt with Atticus' sword.<br/><br/>Where had Atticus been?<br/><br/>Slowly Zara made her way to the swing where Anel was sitting and did not stop until she was within his line of sight. Her voice was firm, and it held a hint of softness that only few saw from her. "I care because whether you want to admit it or not...we're a family. And if someone has hurt you, Anel then someone needs to pay." She took another step until she put herself in the way of his swinging, forcing him to bump into her. She paused for a moment before she reached out and gave him the bottle, letting him drink the remainder of the liquid. For a few moments all she did was stand in his way, refusing to allow him to block her out. She was a bitch, that much was obvious...but this was one of the rare times Zara was truly concerned over the well being of another.<br/><br/>Her voice was soft, when she repeated, "What happened, Anel?" Deep in her heart, she understood his kind of pain. It was the sort of pain that wrapped its arms around one's soul and refused to let go. She knew what that pain was all about...she felt it every damn day. It was one of the many emotions she felt in her twisted and psychotic mind.<br/><br/>Except for now...the pain was blissfully gone. For the moment, anyway.</span>