The onslaught showed just how much Adila's inner mentality had deteriorated, since her son's banishment. Kawar's purposely isolated life, aside from training and enforcement until her adulthood, kept her from knowing Adila when she was truly well, but it was apparent even now that she was not right in the head. The scarred lioness watched as Sarabi struck down her friend, her hysterics quieting only by force. But the bowing of heads was the only answer Scar received for his order. Quiet acceptance.
Sarabi, she felt a rather distant respect towards. The former queen was well controlled in her actions and words even when they should have wounded her, marking the lioness as strong at the core. Kawar's gaze moved towards the far older lioness when spoken to, although did not question the seasoned lioness' wisdom. But killing was nothing new to her.
"You are privileged, Sarabi. You have known a life of family and what the word truly means. Although I was not born in your times, survival is our only goal now. I do what I must," Kawar stated softly, watching the older lioness as she listened to Zira retreat back to Scar's den with the heir. "You know the only reason for my continued existence."
(OOC: Short, compared to yours, but it is appropriate for the material. ^^)