Malia's drop of her eyes, a sign of submission in a werewolf, is not so much in a Coyote. But it is interesting to see none the less. And Mab still isn't sure what kind of animal the girl is.

"Ahh." Mab considers this. "My sympathies for your loss, and at a tender age it can leave scars on the soul." Not everyone could retreat into a bestial nature to deal with loss. But one had to question if it was something to envy when it left her now on the outside trying to fit back in. "You make an effort now, though." And it was as much a question as a statement.