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

	Elizaveta remained where she was, unmoving during her prayer except to reach out to Myska as he took notice of Fyror coming towards Elizaveta with his hand on the hilt of his sword. The mans advances were not taken kindly by the purrtective feline. Myska letting out a low guttural growl and baring his teeth a bit. The cats tail flicking slightly and thudding against the marble floor with a soft echo. It was a warning of sorts it seemed but as Elizaveta's hand came out and rested against the animal, her fingers running through his fur. 

	[color=a187be]"Myska, неподвижно себе."[/color] Her voice calm and unwavering as she spoke. Myska turned his head and looked like he might snap her hand for a moment before it fluttered out and licked the grand duchess's hand. A gentle smile coming to Elizaveta's lips as Myska settled back down. His body curling more around his master and laying his head in her lap heavily as she scratched between his ears lightly. He lay there panting contently, the tip of his tongue hanging out as he watched Fyror. 

	Most of the [i]ton[/i] had cleared out by this time, except those few who were family of those that had departed, still morning the loss of their loved ones. Bodies still needed to be moved and time was growing short. (In other words, let's get a move on peeps. lol Gather those bodies and get them to Veta so we can wrap up the night. You have a clear at this point to move bodies to move time forward. Let's wrap up moving bodies to Veta this round.)

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

	Abigail kept moving from Millicent's room to the kitchen and back to drain the tub of water. It was all she could do for now for her Mistress because it seemed, not even Gerard being there and speaking to her was snapping her out of the living comatose state she was in. She didn't move when he took her hand, her eyes didn't blink when he spoke. A living statue whose eyes were far more hollow than the marble used to carve a figure. 

	The handmaiden wondered what could have been going through her mind. Part of her hoped her mind was a blank as her expression, that she wasn't reliving what had happened to her that evening. The trauma that Millicent must have gone through made Abigail cringe and she, as the others in the house, was still unaware of Millicent having to watch Catherine's beheading at the hands of Thalken that evening. 

	Out on the street, a carriage pulled up after a time and Cook opened the door to see who it was since she did not recognize the carriage. Abigail was coming from the kitchen as Emma emerged from the carriage and said a few words to the driver before heading up the stairs. It was probably a good thing that Millicent's window faced the back yard and not the front for even Emma was covered in blood. "Miss Emma, are you alright? What of your mother?" Cook asked as Emma handed over her redicule. 

	"I... I am fine. Mother is resting at the hospital," she said as she stepped inside and Abigail helped her out of her coat. "I need rest, mother sent me home for the night. Go fetch Millicent, she needs to stay with mother the rest of the evening," Emma said blankly. The girl was hardly fine but she wasn't going to let it show, at least she was trying not to. 

	"Miss Emma.. About Miss Milli," Abigail said biting her bottom lip. 

	"What about Millicent?" Emma said, her lips thinning slightly. This was going to be a hard conversation to have.