Despite herself, Bellatrix laughed. She wasn't sure whether she was laughing because her Rodolphus was cursing so vehemently or because the child was being so firm with him. That was, of course, until she saw the blood.
"Shut it, you ungrateful little beast or I will end you and your Papa right now!" She knew, of course, that it was just a little child and that Rodolphus's hand's wound was likely justified and would heal quickly, but he had been her pillar of strength through the last turbulent decades, as well as the only man she really loved, and any blood or injury to him had been enough to spell murder for others, so in her eyes she was being kind. She rushed to him, her own wand joining his as she helped to mend it. "Oh my love, are you alright?"