Her eyes skimmed over her sister, taking in the sight of the sling, and the bandages which peeked out from under her shirt. "No, you're not alright, Patience," Chastity remarked darkly. She'd been attacked by a bloody werewolf, after all. That was pretty far from alright.
"Everything is fine, I guess," she replied gruffly. She wouldn't exactly say she was alright, though hunting the werewolf with Terrence and destroying the study upstairs had gone a good way towards helping.