The man's vibrant emerald eyes remained steadfast upon the form of the woman within the dim light, watching as she so violently jumped at the slightest of sounds - particularly when it came from him. He supposed, really, that it was hardly surprising. She had always been a submissive creature towards him, their relationship was that of respect and little else but it had worked for him till now. He heard the sharp but quickly muted sound that left his lips and yet, despite all of it, Tetradore couldn't ignore the amusement her actions brought him. His head shook slowly from side to side as he waited for her to regain her composure, her form slowly shifting to face him as if he were but the executioner himself. Though, perhaps, in some ways he was. His emerald gaze flicked towards her hand as she moved to cover the mark he had left upon her neck and yet it hardly sparked any sort of guilt within the man. Instead, he merely nodded ever so slightly at her admittance, "It will, for a few days. Ice helps." He was, at least, willing to offer her some measure of assistance in some regards, willing to ease her pain now that he was assured that the lesson he had wished to instill in her was well learned.

A small shrug crossed his shoulders at the mention of Jackal and himself and their welfare. He himself had hardly paused to consider his own current physical state, not since that fateful evening. Too much had been required of him since then for him to pause and care for his own bruises and scratches - not that much could be done for them anyways and so, Tetradore had merely ignored them. "Jackal is with a friend...he's healing." It was a particularly vague description and yet, medical hospitals were simply ill-suited for their kind. Very few still knew how to treat anything beyond a mortal and few were equipped with things beyond their precious silver. "He'll be fine, in time." Tetradore clarified after a moment, reassuring the woman in what half-hearted way he did that things were on the mend. Whatever damage was done was hardly lasting. They were a hearty species and furthermore, the two men were certainly heartier fellow. He had complete faith in Jackal's full recovery. It was perhaps that faith that saw the man move on to another, far more important question - the issue regarding Raven's continued presence within the Ark.

He had contemplated for the last day and a half his thoughts on that very topic - on what still needed to be done for and to the wolf to guarantee the safety of the members of the Ark. He had contemplated the threat she might have upon those that entrusted him to ensure their wellbeing. It had filled every free moment of his mind until Tetradore had come to a rather resolute decision. That despondency within her eyes, that hesitation in her step only furthered his absolute certainty within his choice and slowly his head bobbed ever so slight in response to her statement. Yes. He would have her. Still, he listened in silence as she struggled to offer him some sort of resolution to the conundrum at hand though the words only succeeded in bring a scowl to his face. Tetradore himself had all too much experience in this notion of collars and cages. Though it was hardly for his own protection or the protection of those that surrounded him. No, he had been a kept pet because it had satisfied her. The man quickly and quite literally waved off the woman's offer with a flick of his wrist, his head shaking ever so slightly. "No, I do not think that is necessary, I am hoping you have learned your lesson and that it will not happen again the next time that half takes control of you. If it does, we can discuss repercussions as necessary but it will not be collars and cages. You're family, Raven, we don't do that shit to family." He paused for just a moment before adding in a deadpan voice, "For fuck's sake, we're not animals." See, Tetradore knew how to lighten up a situation.