The Filth of Salazar's flesh didn't move, only held onto him as tightly as she possibly could until he violently pulled away from her. The sudden movement cause the waif of a girl to tetter before she suddenly tripped backwards on the ground, the initial yelp that followed her falling was silenced immediately afterwards. Had she actually hurt herself, there would have been no verbilization of such, that was for private. Merope kept her head lowered, black hair veiling whatever expression was hiding beneath it, she couldn't bother to raise her head even to gaze at him. The situation reminded her of being at home with a tempermental family that both hurt her even though she was incredibly loyal.
To be rejected so blatantly by her son was far more devastating that her husband having done so, her eyes began to well up threatening to overflow if she didn't do something soon. While she didn't moved her upper body, Merope pulled her legs inwards and cowered from him, not out of fear but out of reaction to his response.
The snake's response made her pale, the thought of being bitten and eaten alive was one of her greater fears, the only one being greater was that of her father. Merope's weak heart began to pound quickly in her heart, her breath speeding up uncontrollably, she was worrying too much, which wasn't good for someone who was as frail as she.
They talked about her as if she wasn't even there. How disappointing.
Merope felt her tears start to fall down her face, she was glad her hair was so dark and hid her expression. The only significant movement that would make notice of her being upset was the back of her pale hand wiping her eyes quickly.