Seeing Joy bow so deeply, her forehead pressed to the cold floor before a vampire she had moments ago tried to slay, Carmela was so utterly baffled and shocked that she didn't even know what to say.
Her crimson eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and instinctively she pulled her legs back from where they had been resting on the edge of the chair.
Not out of fear, but out of sheer, overwhelming disconfusion.
This made no sense. None of it did.
Meanwhile, Cassius blinked once, twice, utterly baffled.
"Hold on—hold on, Joy, what are you doing?"
He said quickly, standing up halfway from his seat.
"There's no need for you to bow down like that. I understand you were the one who struck first, and I understand why it happened."
"But let's not pretend Carmela would've done anything different if she'd seen you first. It was just a misunderstanding. No one's blaming you."
He rubbed his neck awkwardly, giving Carmela a side glance. "So really, you don't have to—"
