Batharyn could feel her arm touch his. It was an entirely unexpected thing, so even though he couldn't feel the magic flowing like her, he pulled his arm back until its muscles were tightly pressed against his massive torso. It was a quick move, but not quick enough for him to prevent what he had no idea of.

What the yet, at least from his own perspective, undiscovered thief could see though was the very strange and quite horrifying behaviour of his female guest. Normally if one's eyes twisted to hard that there was only white to be seen that person was in serious health trouble, so Batharyn instinctively prepared for grabbing her in case she'd collapse. His mind was flooded with thoughts about what to do if the worst would happen. What would his employer think ? It could only be a horrible thing, maybe even more horrible than one of the guests dying in his hands.

Luckily Selina's weird state proved to be a very transient one. Only moments later she seemed to be back to normal, at least seen from outside. [color=ff9900]"Are you sure you're alright ?"[/color] Batharyn's voice had significantly increased in volume as if to make sure that he'd reach her even if she'd still be halfway unconscious -- at this point he had instantaneously stopped caring about his master being able to listen or not. This was more important and one could tell from his facial expression that her answer had a very hard time to convince him.

He had no idea what had happened. How could he ? So far he had believed her to be some kind of phony who's primary discipline was to pull one's money out of one's coin purse without stealing it (like he did). The strange image of the items she appeared to be carrying in her back had only helped to fortify this impression. For some moment he considered abandoning his plans of paying her room another late night visit, however he could also observe her while eating to check if she'd really be alright. In that case he could continue without his conscience putting up a rebellion...

[color=ff9900]"Okay, let's go down. Shall I support you ?"[/color] That would probably difficult to explain to his employer, but what kind of auxiliary he'd be if he'd let a guest go downstairs knowing that she'd collapse at any time and hit her head on some hard and nasty edge ?