![]() Oh mercy, will it overcome us Perhaps it was the strange circumstances or even the strange individuals crowding around her, but the young were-anaconda felt constricted in a manner she had previously only known how to inflict upon others. There had been multiple new additions of faces and smells and voices that were unfamiliar; a wolf, a hunter... The only face that the woman felt a stirring of recognition for was the brunette witch that she had had previous interaction with. This previous interaction had instilled a certain kind of innate trust for the witch that she hadn't intended to foster, of that Bethel was sure. Even so, Serafina marked a sort of safety as she had provided the anaconda with the amulet that had made her transformations remarkably less painful. The idea of less pain was something the young woman desired to transform the current situation into, though that? That notion felt so far away, as if impossible without the help of the vampire that had caused the physical trauma in the first place. Isolt felt guilt, of course, but Bethel had little contact with vampires that not been worrisome... was now truly the time to change this? It was at the snarky words of the blonde, strange hunter that Bethel blinked back her daze and nodded minutely. "...I d-d..." Resigned, Bethel exhaled heavily before naming the individual's blood donation she would prefer. "If it has to be a vampire... Would Isolt do the honors? I w-want to t-try magic f-first.." The pain had begun to come in waves, as if preparing her body for something worse in the future. Though that prediction loomed in her mind, Bethel had begun to catch the wariness in the hunter's tone that was pointed at Serafina and instinctually, the woman felt a surge of energy in the form of adrenaline rush through her instead of a tide of pain. If there was something wrong within the immediate vicinity of the witch who would offer the most harmless form of healing, Bethel felt inspired to help and attempt to ignore the pain pulsing from her injuries. It was with a hint of surprise that the were-anaconda noted the presence of the were-wolf, lurking beside the offending vampire and the witch with a familiarity that the young woman could relegate to the potential that she was the witch's familiar. Was that normal, here? A shudder of preemptive disdain for the idea replaced her inspiration to provide aid towards the offending object that had become the source of worry for the group and she took a shuddering breath in order to still herself once more and accept another rushing tide of pain. "...I do not have venom, but maybe the gloves won't hurt my anaconda while you try to decide what to do with them." The words were offered as a sort of payment for whatever treatment she might need to receive to heal. Swallowing whatever kind of offended emotions that might have surfaced in wake of the car accident, Bethel moved her questioning gaze to the witch and vampire who seemed to have a certain understanding about the villainous gloves that perturbed the hunter so. Bethel Mercy Ayer -- were-anaconda -- played by auree |