Zaviar saw nothing wrong with what Madeleine said. If she put someone into the hospital because she herself had not gone, or really because she had been upset about something, then that was their problem. It was not hers and nor was it his, therefore it did not actually matter and anyone who had died as a result of her temper was not worth the effort it took to think about it. Which was why Zaviar dismissed it from his mind. "I should have looked for the thicker columns of smoke then." Zaviar closed his eyes and relaxed his head against the back of the couch. The corner of his mouth did not tug up in a ghost of a smile when Madeleine kissed his forehead, but he did appreciate the contact. Just as much as he appreciated the glass of water she brought him. He finished three-quarters of it with one gulp and a jug actually sounded good, but so did keeping Madeleine there instead of having her go out of his sight again. Yes, he was fully aware of the fact that she was fine and he could smell her, but it was different to smell a person and to see them. Zaviar had never known his eyes to lie to him.
Chances were that Antonin was somewhere in the house as well, probably in bed, and that he had been at the march. That meant that he should go and see if he had made it out unscathed. Only Zaviar did not really feel like pretending to care. Nor did he want to move when Madeleine was there and had admitted that she was sore all over. "Then I am glad you are not hurt." But for the worry and anger he had apparently caused by being separated from her, which was not at all his fault. Had Zaviar had it his way then they would not have been separated at all. Only it was probably for the better since he would not have been able to survive waking up on fire near as well as Madeleine had. Zaviar's attention was caught, and held, when Madeleine mentioned 'this' being demonic. Now when she was talking about herself it was obvious what she was referring to, and Zaviar's expression changed slightly. He had not actually been worried about that, nor had he doubted that Madeleine was pregnant with his child, but hearing it confirmed caused the oddest feeling of almost relief. Zaviar was not the sort to hesitate when he wanted to do something, but he did pause a moment before he brought his not-bloody or terribly dirty hand down to rest on Madeleine's stomach. There was not yet a bump there that he could recognize, but that was where it was. "Demonic and fae," he reminded her. "Not even in the same realm as the pathetic humans who were likely behind that display in Ann Arbor today." The were-snake was unaware that it had happened in other places yet. Nor did he care about that, or even the death toll. Just the idea of wanting only equal rights was too little for him. Peace. There was not going to be peace between them. The only peace had existed when the humans did not know they existed and they could never go back to that now. He was unbothered by it. "And no, I do not. Though I may need to move to bed." And out of these torn and dirty clothes. He was going to get Madeleine's dress dirty.
'That's a remarkably good point. I wouldn't want to see that happen.' Knight paused and his tail gave a wag. 'The little wereling is demonic.' Wait. Knight directed his thoughts towards the two on the couch. 'Did you see a demon today?' Zaviar... had actually not thought that part through.