[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Almack's, London[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	The thing was that Elizaveta had indeed taken guards with her, two of them. They were not circus but her fathers. Yet they had been told to stand outside and that Elizaveta was fine with Mary at her side. Granted this was not the first time that Elizaveta had dismissed her assigned guards. Thankfully they had kept an eye out on things but kept quiet and in the background, avoiding notice and not stepping in since the Grand Duchess never seemed to be in grave harm. The main carriage that Elizaveta had taken to the event was parked down the cobblestone path a bit and both were standing there keeping a distant eye on the secondary carriage that had brought the others. A slight smirk on one of their faces. Chances were they were the ones that had moved the carriage in the first place when everyone went running in. 

	Myska yawned deeply, stretching out his front paws and clawing at the area rug a bit before he curled up along the backside of Elizaveta while she sat there in prayer. His tail flicking and resting over her lap as his body gave her a place to rest against and his head lay on his front paws to the other side of her. He watched the room with disinterest it seemed. Just content to be around the girl that had raised him from a cub. He acted more like a lap dog than a 650lb wild animal that was for sure. 

	Elizavta felt the warmth of his fur through her gowns and grinned slightly as she continued her prayer, trying to lock out the ramblings of the rest around her. She couldn't start the ceremony yet, not until the rest of the ones that had departed had been brought to her but she could prepare herself. It was going to be a long evening. Especially with the two arrivals that seemed bent on blabbing or staring at everyone else. She had not been introduced to them, so she knew not their names and they hadn't been around when she was introduced or name was spoken - so the most they would know is that she had servants and was treated as a higher up that they called Her Grace. Granted her clothing gave away that she was more than just some standard member of the ton but her world and nation was mostly closed off from the rest currently so even her clothing would not give away where she was originally from. 

	The room where dear Mosi had passed away seemed to be on edge. Her body lay there but the bodies of the dead Soulless were still there as well. Bodies of Soulless that had finally been ended started to deteriorate quickly but these had not. They had not been put through the final death and still could rise, as could another Soulless that lay around the fallen body of Jane out on the balcony. The room still reeked of burning flesh and the smoke was still in the air. Though the birds that had followed Mary earlier had helped clear some of it out, it still stung the eyes if one was not careful and didn't blink for too long. 

	~pm is being sent to Sigil on what Vlad is able to read~

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Wyndham Manor, London[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	Cook looked over at Gerard as he took off and sighed. This was not going to go over well, she knew that. Maybe she shouldn't have told him. It really wasn't her place to tell anyone what Millicent had been through but she had been so upset over it that she had let her lips get the better of her and blurted it out to Gerard without thinking. "Oh dear..." she said as she clasped the edge of her apron against her lips and tried to calm herself down. 
	
	There was no sound from Millicent's bedroom, at least not for a long moment. Then the door opened slowly and Abigail looked up at Gerard and placed a finger to her lips as if to tell him to be quiet. "Be carefuls whats yous says, though I wonders if shes can even heard yous," she said before opening the door fully. 

	In the room it was dark, only a few candles lit and Millicent was dressed in a simple off white and flowered walking gown. She was sitting in a chair facing the window where the flowers that Gerard had given her had been sitting earlier in the day. She didn't move, just starting blankly off to nothingness, an empty tea cup sitting on the table next to her. "She ain't said nothing since I returned. She like a doll, will move as I move her but not on her own. It is like she is gone and that is just be a shell," Abigail said quietly. The girl turned and gathered a couple of buckets of water that had been pulled from the tub and moved to take them downstairs so she could get to work emptying the bath fully. "Maybes yous can sits with hers untils I am done. I don'ts wants her to be alone," she said pushing Gerard with her hip towards Millicent before she left the room and headed downstairs. 

	Millicent didn't even seem to notice that anyone had come or left her room. She just sat there unmoving with her hands on her lap. On one finger was a paltry excuse for a ring, one she had not had one when she left that evening. She barely blinked, if she did at all, it was hard to tell. She had been cleaned up but time had passed. The mark from earlier in the day was no longer covered by the remains of running makeup. It was clear to see and another was spreading out on top of it. Her neck showed the tell tale signs of hand marks forming as bruises, as if someone had tried to strangle her. Though had it not been for the color these marks showed, one might think she no longer drew breath or was a statue. Even her breathing was so shallow that it didn't cause a rise in her chest as she sat there.