[He's used to magic, has been learning plenty of it himself. Bellamy feels like there's little that could genuinely surprise him about the Drabwurld - the wolf suddenly transforming into Lauralae is one of them.]
[He steps back and swears, crossbow aimed firmly at the ground now.] Shit. Lauralae?
[The blood doesn't seem to bother him, beyond just hoping it's not hers - somehow he suspects it isn't, or she wouldn't be able to stand upright.] Something tells me that's not the Hart's doing. [A beat, because the greeting she uses almost makes him smirk as he returns it, very belatedly.] Io.
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[He steps back and swears, crossbow aimed firmly at the ground now.] Shit. Lauralae?
[The blood doesn't seem to bother him, beyond just hoping it's not hers - somehow he suspects it isn't, or she wouldn't be able to stand upright.] Something tells me that's not the Hart's doing. [A beat, because the greeting she uses almost makes him smirk as he returns it, very belatedly.] Io.