Endre returned after his short... [i]detour[/i] with Azura, to find the shop deserted as a black antlered kitty-thing with a large stack of books left. Inside, he saw Kharlee, her wing bandaged. He rushed over to check her over for any other injuries, running his hands in search for cuts, any pooling blood underneath her, anything. He found nothing.

[color=c4df9b][i]"W-what, what happened?"[/i][/color] the drow-servant stammered. Although previously he was officially a servant, he'd come to think of Kharlee as his little quirky sister, and any blow against her struck as a blow against him.

Kharlee didn't know what to say, staying still and silent as he examined her. She wanted to shrug and ignore him, but then she respected him too much to do that. He had to take care of it. “They are hunting the humans, calling them rebels, and killing them on the streets, Endre.” She said, looking at her glass of wine unsurely. [color=f6989d]“Surely that cannot be allowed, that cannot be right?”[/color] She asked him. It seemed wrong. [color=f6989d]“He set the place on fire. A small child. Burned away and died before I could reach him.”[/color] She said, tilting her head back and then pouting.

[color=f6989d]“The child could have known all sorts of life.”[/color] She added after a minute. [color=f6989d]“He didn't look very human to me.”[/color] She then said, trying to prep up a bit so he would not think she was that affected by it. [color=f6989d]“They could do that to you though. Do it to me. Come in here and burn everything...[/color]” She started and then sighed. “Books don't do well against fire, do they Endre?” She asked him looking at the bookshelves now. 

Endre was less sympathetic towards the plight of the humans until he heard Kharlee mention that the ‘human’ looked more like a half-breed of some sort, and that the same fate could befall him should they fall out of Azura’s favor.

[color=c4df9b]"We have Azura’s assurance that it won’t happen to us…”[/color] He said, trying to re-assure her as much as himself while rubbing Kharlee’s shoulder-blades; [color=c4df9b]“But yes, books [i]do[/i] burn.”[/color]

Finally, he ran his fingers over the tourniquet made by Terrance, testing its snuggness. [color=c4df9b]“So, is this their way of apologizing for mistaking you for a rebel?”[/color] He asked, trying his hardest not to get angry with the knights.

[color=f6989d]“I don't think he much cared for it. I may not have known people who are cruel and murderers...”[/color] She said looking at Endre, [color=f6989d]“But I know you, I know compassion, kindness and love. And that man there did not know that. He did not care that it was lives he was cutting away like a hedge bush. He didn't know and didn't care, and if he had a reason he would come after us.”[/color]

[color=f6989d]“No, one of the customers who came in to buy books did it for me because it didn't stop bleeding. I didn't like him much so I ran away.”[/color] She said, looking down. [color=f6989d]“He just murdered them all.”[/color] She repeated again softly, not wanting to seem weak but having been very shaken by the incident. [color=f6989d]“Right there on the road, besides the coffee shop. Just as people were walking.”[/color]

Endre realized Kharlee was trying to talk of two different people at the same time, one that cut her, and another that healed her. She didn't elaborate on which one she did not like; he would have guessed both, since she never seemed to care much for customers. Since she said she ran away, and she was still in the store, it was safe to assume she did not intend to say she did not like the customer.

He held onto her for a bit longer, noticing the faint smell of alcohol to go with her melancholy mood.

[color=c4df9b]"Would you like some tea and a blanket?"[/color] He asked, still not daring to let go until she'd given permission. Kharlee's parents had tried very hard to give her a sheltered lifestyle, and Endre knew just how seeing death could devastate a person's typically cheeky-cheery mood.