Molly shook her head at Wally for a brief moment before turning her attention back to the Lady Amalthea; still gently squeezing her hand. Reaching up she brushed a tendrils of hair from the pale woman's face and led her over to a stool by the hearth, helping her to sit down. The Lady Amalthea moved with lithe and grace as she stepped silently across the room, her hands resting gently in her lap as she rested herself on the stool and watched the flames of the hearth flicker.

	"She cannot," Molly said with a deep sigh as she stood behind the Lady Amalthea and delicately ran her fingers through the woman's snowy strands. "Now will you stop acting like this is a contest to see who is the toughest. You want respect Wally, knock before entering, accept hostility when you break in and stop threatening to slit anyone's throat. You have done nothing to be extended courtesy. You are lucky Ser Carver or Amon did not just run you through apon your ever so graceful fall. And getting past two out of our total four men at arms for this castle is nothing to brag about. Entering this castle is simple. Leaving is another matter," Molly said before kissing the top of Lady Amaltheas head before going back to washing dishes.

	"The king cares not who enters and leaves save one and she is seated before you."