"Not like this." She murmurs, resting a hand lightly against the mended skin of his arm. it wasn't right. It wasn't right by a long shot and she hates that she cannot do to these men what she truly wishes to do. Max is- family. More so than her own blood. "Yes you can, yes you should. It is self defense, Max. What if they take it the next step? What if they actively attempt to kill you?"

Her other hand goes tight against his scalp again before she pulls it away. He's hurt enough. "Of course I am. Whyever would I not?"