She had to stop herself from running to his side, from checking to see if he was alright. It had been barbarous of her to hurt him, but it was because he had been so to begin with. It was a matter of reciprocation, and she would not apologize for returning the favor. She forced herself to raise her chin at him, hoping she did not shake too visibly, the tingling of dark magic coursing through her veins and alleviating some of the anxiety she felt. It had a calming effect, a high that was induced from giving into your most animalistic urge to harm. She could easily see how one might become addicted to it, the relief blossoming in her chest as though she had expelled a great deal of pressure.