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	The white tiger looked over at Elizaveta and rubbed the side of his face against her shoulder, giving her affection as a house cat would its owner. The Grand Duchess smiled gently at him as she continued to run her gloved hand through his fur. Looking over at Virginia, Elizaveta motioned for her to come closer. [color=a187be]"Dank you, please come here. You may pet him, he von't bite. He just a big softy,"[/color] she said confidently, welcoming Virginia to get closer to them both. Granted he could bite, there was always that chance but Myska was a good tiger; he rarely did anything without good reason and Virginia didn't seem the type to try to harm him or his owner, so she felt it was safe enough to invite her over. 

	[color=a187be]"Dah, of course,"[/color] Veta said to Mary as she asked to go about her duties. It would probably be for the best. They needed to get things done and she personally needed to get to her work if she was to be able to save what souls she could from turning. The skill Mary tried to use revealed nothing at that time. It seemed that things were in the clear for now, at least one hoped that was the case. 

	Elizaveta's eyes darted over at the new comer as he came into the room. It seemed he wasn't taking the fact that there was a tiger in the room very well, weapon drawn and all. Myska's head turned and eyed him like he was a slab of meat, licking his chops as he watched Thalken. [color=a187be]"Myska, nyet,"[/color] she said firmly and one could have sworn the tiger pouted a bit and whimpered at her command. Shaking her head slightly she kept her eyes on Thalken. [color=a187be]"He von't harm you. That is, unless you try to harm me."[/color] Her voice was calm and steady as she spoke but it was firm, a warning given. Her eyes never leaving his even as she heard another voice, a very familiar one. 

	It wasn't until Vlad was at them and scolding Myska did her attention leave Thalken and go to her uncle. [color=a187be]"Myska..."[/color] she said, drawing out her pets name. [color=a187be]"Chto ty sdelal na etot raz?"[/color] she asked the cat, wondering just what he had done this time. Shaking her head just once she tapped him on the nose but it didn't seem to bother Myska. He just let out a long yawn before stretching out his front paws and laying down fully, his head resting in Elizaveta's lap like he was a lap dog. 

	[color=a187be]"Dyadya, Ne tak uzh trudno na Myska. On khorosho govorit."[/color] She couldn't help but let out a bird like chortle as she spoke. Telling Vlad not to be so hard on poor little Myska, that he just meant well. Yet she understood Vlad's speech to the cat. He had caused trouble more than once when Veta was not around. But to her he was just a baby still, a 625 pound baby that could rip the crowd to pieces in a blink of an eye but a baby nonetheless. 

	[color=a187be]"Please, help me to my feet,"[/color] she said softly as she held her hand out to him, she knew with the weight of Myska's head in her lap it would take more effort. [color=a187be]"Lady Crypt, please, let me introduce my dear uncle Vlad, better known as The Great Bazhooli."[/color]

	Doctor Graham was glad for the help as they moved Mrs. Wyndham through the crowds, most of them clearing out quickly thanks to the new arrival of a tiger. One he didn't see since they came in afterwards and were at the other end of the long corridor. His attention was on his patient, nothing else. Emma following closely behind them. "I... well thank you Sir Kildragon but our family is under the protection of the Earl now. We shouldn't be needing any aide after this." Emma was shaky in her voice. It wasn't clear if it was the fact of Fyror's scar and appearance or just the rose tinted glasses she looked at the world through when it came to the higher nobles. It could be taken either way. 

	Once through the front door, Dr. Graham with the help of Fyror moved Mrs. Wyndham over to open aired carriage and were able to get her quickly laid down there on top of the glass still. "Ahh girl, never turn down a friend," he muttered slightly before motioning for her to climb in as well. "Thank you Sir Kildragon. I believe we have it from here and the orderlies should tend to every thing once we reach the hospital. Please, go tend to your family. They are probably fretting over where you are at this time." His voice was kind and he gave the young man a pat on the shoulder before leaning in. "Whether Miss Jones wants your help or not, do be kind and see to Miss Wyndham come morning. I am sure she would welcome a visit after everything," he said quietly. He had seen them dance together and how she reacted to Rutherford. "Come see me at my office tomorrow afternoon please," he added as he righted himself and passed Fyror his card. He was a standing physician at the hospital but kept a private office for his day to day patients near Hyde Park. 

	Climbing into the carriage he told the driver to get going. Emma watching Fyror for a moment before turning her attention to her mother as Dr. Graham did what he could to keep the woman still for the journey. He would have liked Fyror to come help but he knew he was there with his family, seeing them enter together. That and there was just no room at this point for another to give a hand. It would have made things far too cumbersome. 

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	Maeve's room was set up and ready to go for the evening. A simple but comfortable bed was along one wall along with a dresser. There was a standing mirror in the room near the window as well as a screen that could be used to separate the rest of the room from the steaming bath that had been drawn for her by Nigel's wife. Also in the room was a tray of fruit, some biscuits, and tea for the evening. Towels were laid out on a stool next to the claw foot tub and lavender petals were floating in the water giving off a calming scent. A bar of lye soap was sitting on the top of the towels will a rolled up terry cloth piece of fabric to be used for washing. 

	Looking out the window she would be able to see the moon hanging high in the night sky and out over the lush green fields to the north of town. She was not plagued with the south view that looked out towards the town and the dock. Downstairs there was a crashing noise one could only imagine was Calum. 

	"By George boy, what has gotten into you!" Nigel asked as he pulled up a chair and sat down. Looking down on Calum as he la sprawled out on the ground, again! "You have always had two left feet boy but this? Like you are a babe tryin' to walk fer the first time."

	Calum sighed as he leaned back against the bed and just remained where he was. "Oh fuddle.... I am truly sorry Nigel. It is just, well she, I mean Miss O'Connor, well isn't she just the prettiest thing to ever grace this town?" he said bashfully. Nigel raised a furry brow and chuckled. 

	"Well I'll be damned," Nigel chuckled. That explained everything.