"Because the Dark Lord wants you and your son dead." Bellatrix answered none too delicately now, glancing out the window. Alice deserved answers, that much Bellatrix knew. Taking a breath, she didn't want to provide them. Not yet, at least.
She wanted Alice to eat, and go to sleep, and give her time to think about what she was doing. The Dark Lord had surely caught wind of what had happened, there was no doubt he would demand answers. She had been his right hand, one of his best, his most trusted. It often made the other death eaters jealous.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into her palm, elbow resting on the chair. The beginings of a headache making itself present. Dwelling on thoughts of the Dark Lord and what he may be up to now, how furious he is, she frowned deeply.