The more Mona talked, recounting the ordeal, the more the tiger stirred under Dia's surface. It shimmered across her skin, subtle opalescent stripes that seemed to appear and disappear in the next second, vague and fleeting. "There is no shame in running away, especially if standing your ground could cost you so dearly," the young woman soothed, lifting a hand to smooth Mona's curls. "No one can hurt you now."
Dia considered her options, what would be best for the girl. She could hunt the attackers by scent, retrieve Mona's things, punish the robbers... but would the girl still hesitate to leave the grounds? Would she carry the fear with her? She had tried to fight... she needed better tools to do so. "Come," Dia offered after a long moment, standing and offering her hand. "Show me where this happened. We will have your things back."