There was blood everywhere, and it was perhaps the first time that Bellatrix hadn't enjoyed the sight. This was blood that was never meant to be spilled, and it was shockingly bright against the white floor. Bella's eyes were wide and it was the only time in her life where she'd ever been fearful. If she didn't act quickly, he really could die right here in her arms, and it just couldn't be allowed.
At this point, with the way things were, she wasn't sure she could win the war without him.
Bellatrix shouted for an elf, sending it away for Orla at once, before returning her attention to her husband. "Hush, I am perfectly fine. A scratch and nothing more."
It seemed ridiculous...for him to be so worry about children who couldn't even draw breath when he was so injured. Whoever had maimed him in this way would pay dearly.