Sil forced her body language to relax as Hannibal regarded her like a novelty slab of meat, keeping quiet as Kinah spoke to him. The doe's eyes flicked to the other female every now and then as she spoke, but her attention mostly stayed on Hannibal. Even though they'd reunited not long ago, it was still like seeing a ghost. [Though if he loses much more weight than he has, that's what he's going to end up as... Sil honestly didn't know how to feel about that, and the fact that her emotions were so undecided on the Houndoom just made things worse.
"Same to you, Hannibal," Kinah replied easily, earning a trace of a smirk from the hound behind the muzzle. "How much more weight can you really lose? You already look like a skeleton with fur." Despite the casual tone of her voice, she stepped between Sil and Hannibal, a move that confused the doe. Wasn't she literally just trying to kill her? Maybe she didn't want Hannibal taking her prey. Sil flicked an ear in annoyance, but didn't mind the barrier between herself and Hannibal, instead taking the opportunity to look back at the others. However, she'd turned just in time to see the brothers leave, talking amongst themselves. Odd. "I also see you didn't listen when I told you to rest that leg. That limp is likely permanent now, you know."
That smooth, almost seductive chuckle rang lightly in the air as Hannibal moved forward to close the gap between himself and the two women before him. "Desperate times, Kinah dear," he replied, stopping at a comfortable distance to sit and ease off his injured leg. "I'm sure you understand how someone with my own... limited means can't simply afford to lounge around all day." His eyes glanced up to Sil's, who in turn remained steadfast. "Sil, that was very rude of you to leave so suddenly, without saying any goodbyes. I, not to mention your precious Doctor, was very concerned. I had to make sure you were still well. Apparently, you've made a habit of vanishing?" He gave Kinah an amused glance before his eyes flitted back up to Sil's furious expression.
"Shut it," Sil snapped from behind gritted teeth; she didn't want to spur Kinah into another fight right when the woman had finally calmed somewhat. But before she had a chance to continue, it seemed that their fight had attracted the attention of other vermin. Undead vermin. "Watch out!" She turned to the voice's direction, spotting a large swarm of beady-eyed little wraiths coming their way. Great. But they were merely Rattata-- they could probably handle the swarm with this many people. Sil glanced to Kinah, eyeing the fighter for a moment before she leaped into the air, her sharp hooves easily splitting through a head before she was alight again. Over and over, she essentially bounced around the swarm, squishing the scum with just her weight. Hannibal kept on his feet but remained behind Kinah; he knew there was no use for him in a battle. Not while the blasted contraption stayed clamped around his face.