"I..." Corinne lost breath as the half-elf she'd spotted whirled by her, and from the corner of her hearing range she head glasses fall, and shatter, and immediately clutched at her stomach. There was something very unsettling about the sound of breaking glass. It made her teeth chatter. It made her weak. But she couldn't afford to be weak. Her uncle would do something he'd regret! "Uncle Sebas-"
And the words barely left her lips before the half-elf right knocked her uncle out, and she gasped sharply, almost dropping to her knees with how fast she rushed to the collapsed man being held by the half-elf. She gave him a little scowl before trying to shake her uncle awake, and doting and flitting all about him, checking for serious injuries from the blow, but finding none too major but a lump on the back of his head, she sighed in relief. 
"It's my uncle. He...he's delicate, he hasn't always been like this. Although efficient, I would appreciate not having him knocked out...goodness."
she pouted at the half-elf, still a little sour about her uncle's state. But what could he do? He was so...not in control. He was so...human.
...and now that she thought of it, so was his assailant. Maybe they could bond just about as soon as the man was conscious again, remembered the evening's events and went stark raving mad at the youth.
"Yes, I think Pucksy might have spare quarters, or even somewhere small, just to let uncle Seb heal up and get better. Oh, Sebastian..." she whined, taking a hold of the man as best as she could and helping the half-elf drag him upstairs.
When they'd get there, she'd intend on laying him down and letting him rest for a while, though also making sure to treat his unconscious body to a couple of drops from one of her small vitality potions. He'd need the strength, after all.
And by the time they'd make it down, even more people would have filled the inn, including two people very interested in a strangely familiar seeming talking squirrel.
Times like that, she'd just want to find Shork and hide in his armour and lift her spirits by insulting him some.
...who was lost in the crowd. Somehow. 
She'd just have to get to know this half-elf, then. How...[i]interesting[/i].
"I...forgot to thank you. My name is Corinne. That was my uncle, Sebastian. He cannot hold down his liquor however, and it is quite unsettling. He...he is like you. You're a half-elf too, are you not?" she spoke softly, taking in the man really for the first time since she'd seen him.
Trafalgar was quite the interesting fellow indeed.