[b]Sammuel and Tarisa[/b]

Sam remained still upon the floor as Cedric had instructed. Though after having landed on the books he was holding, his ribs sort of hurt. He remained holding onto the objects tightly, but the bag that was once slung over his shoulder had fallen elsewhere. Not that it seemed that Tarisa really cared for any of the objects that were now under threat of being soaked. He kept his eyes open, staring up at Cedric, though most of his view was blocked by the noble's shoe. 

"While that is true, I am pretty bad at taking care of my toys." Tarisa giggled happily, a grin now plastered onto her pale face. "But I think this once I could at least pour the bucket. Would you mind doing the mopping? I am terrible with dirt." She murmurs as she quickly grabs the bucket from Ethan.

The knight that was on the floor did not even so much was twitch at any of this, he finally closed his eyes with a soft sigh. He had already resigned himself to his fate the moment the Bell family had bought him off of the streets as a child. There was no point to keep his eyes open anyway without his glasses on, his vision was downright terrible and he might as well have been blind. It had not always been like that, he once had great eyes. But after having taken a serious blow to the head several years ago, he lost a good bit of his sight. But even after that and at the insistence of Tarisa, he was forced to remain by her side.

"Mmm, you'll have to replace those books later, Sammy." She simply states before quickly flipping over the bucket above Sam and jumping back before any of the murky water could even touch her shoes.