Dealing with a dog may be the least of their worries. She pauses before continuing, watching Cordelia’s reactions carefully. Her lips curve upward, a little breath of a suppressed chuckle. Have I bothered you? Her tone is still one of concern, certainly not feigned - she is unsure whether the other witch knew of her leg before now - and she pauses. We have many more animals than simply my dog.
She had known of the loss of the supreme’s leg — but always tried to keep herself from believing those horrible rumours. They said that they had eaten her flesh, like it was the most normal thing in the world. The thought of this sent a shiver down the blind witch’s spine, which she tried to hide. She was too polite, though, and would never dare to ask. When she shook her head, a few loose curls fell into her scarred face, which she gently brushed back behind her ears. “No, not at all, Madame,” she replied, then offered a small smile, “My girls should be used to my cat, your pets will not be a problem unless you have giant spiders or anything like that.”
