"Yes, I was attacked last night and unprepared." Lust shook her head and smiled at Alphonse, warmly. "I've been stitched up, I'll be fine. It's merely an annoyance."

And then Lust found herself more confused than she had been in some time. She had never seen the man who was now beside her, who had practically bolted across the mess hall to get to her.

"Bellatrix?" she repeated, perplexed. At hearing the name 'Bella' she had momentarily worried that she had been mistaken for Isobel. But the name Bellatrix meant nothing to her.

"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else."