The presence of old and petty complaints is oddly comforting, enough that if the situation were even the slightest bit different, Rebekah might have let a smile pull at the corner of her mouth. As it stands, she remains facing forward, moving with purpose, but she rubs at her left forearm idly, as if the very mention is enough to make her skin crawl all over again.

"You know, I'd always assumed they would prefer human flesh to mine. It still smarts a bit, finding I had been misinformed." She'd come out of that bayou with more bites than either Hayley or Sophie combined. Miserable place.

"They'll sorely regret doing so, if that's the case. I've little patience for games, particularly where my family is involved."

Hayley now counted among their number. She had for a long while.