Andras wasn't sorry for her death, either. Something unusual came upon him and it wasn't a look so unlike Tamlin's when he grew incredibly cross, a wolfish appearance falling upon his face. A snarl in his throat that echoed that of the black haired beast within and not the handsome man. But he restrained himself.
"I'm glad she's done with. Well done," was all he could say to pull himself out of that angry pit he had stumbled into. "I'm...actually sorry to hear about the Suriel and Bone Carver's passing."