Kal could only look at the space, and wonder, and fear.

	Staring at the space in the floor, something clicked. It was as if the previous events suddenly made sense. Galvanized into action, Kallain rushed forward, pushing past the guards, his father, and Reindolous. Kneeling by Drevala's sobbing form, he leaned forward, and gathered her head up into his lap. Giving her a hug, he began to break a little, hearing and feeling his sister crying like this. 

	[color=Orange]"Shhhh, it's over now... I'm so sorry. I just stood there, useless... I'm so sorry... I should have done something..."[/color] 
	
	Drevala, still a crying mess, hugged him back, and said, [color=00a651]"You... you couldn't have done anything. It was -sniff- better for you to stay back, you wouldn't have been a match for it...."[/color] And suddenly their father was there, wrapping the two of them in his massive, bear-like arms. His voice booming, he ordered for the guards to take the wounded servants into the shrine to Spaldi, where the castle's longtime Priestess, a Mother Lakas Vermilion, would eventually take care of them. 

	His voice softening as he addressed his two children, Sallas pulled Kallain to his feet, and looked him in the eyes. [color=Gold]"Kal... your sister is right. You would've just gotten cut down by that thing. Believe me, I've seen numerous young men get cut down before me, defending their king, when a Priest or Priestess of Spaldi could've just banished it. Fighting those things is just pure foolishness. That being said, help me carry your sister to her quarters."[/color] Moving to Drevala's other side, Kallain helped her up, along with their father. They had gotten her upright, helping her shaking form remain upright. Her knees seemed like they would buckle at the slightest provocation, out of pure fright. They were in the doorway, when Serell's voice came chirping up from behind them.

	[color=9e0b0f]"Sirs, would it not be best if you took Milady to the shrine of Spaldi? Mistress Vermilion would be able to heal her there."[/color] Kal ground his teeth in frustration at the scribe, and was about to start lambasting the bird-like man, when he was preemptively shushed by his father, who looked back at Serell with a flat, uncompromising stare. 

	His voice booming with authority, Sallas the Bear of Zersal spoke. [color=Gold]"Serell. You have served under us for long enough to know that when I want something to happen, it does. I do appreciate your advice, however, there are a few reasons that it is impossible. One, while I am worried for my daughter, I recognize that her wound isn't as serious as the ones of the kitchen staff. Mother Lakas and the other acolytes are going to have enough on their hands, without healing her scratch. The wound is bound. It is sufficient. We will now take my daughter to her quarters, before she collapses of fright."[/color] Serell simply nodded. He was a longtime servant of the king, and he was utterly loyal, despite his somewhat-annoying demeanor. Kal's father turned back to his daughter with a look of caring, and worry. 

	[color=Gold]"Come on, Drevvy, let's get you to your room."[/color] The two Windral men carried Drevala back to her room with the utmost care and delicacy, and set her down upon her bed. Her servants immediately rushed to attend her, and politely, with the utmost deference, told them to get the Hells out. 
	
	Once outside, Sallas ordered one-tenth of a cohort to stand guard outside of her door, the seven soldiers and the one officer dutifully forming a line in front of the portal, leaving them to allow or deny passage. He put his hand on Kal's shoulder, stirring him from his moping. [color=Gold]"Walk with me."[/color] There was no hint of a question in the statement, only a command that was expected to be followed. So Kallain did, following his father up to his quarters.