Back in the waking world, Cyrdic had finished shaking her and stood back to see if it had worked. He was concerned, but the wolfish sword, and his own hatred of Chaos had given him a grave look. He wouldn't harm Camilla, Ulric knows he wouldn't. But this was something he had to stop, and at the moment he knew Chaos energy seeped through his Tilean companion. He spoke her name again in a whisper, hoping she'd reply. 

The last thing he expected was her sliding forward, closing the distance between them and speaking in Tilean. He'd always enjoyed her accent and native tongue, curious on how it was spoken. But whispered to him in such a way brought his heart speeding, and then her lips found his neck, her nose tickling his skin. Her body pressed to his, and he let out a breathe he didn't know he'd been holding. He let out a light moan of enjoyment, having had this fantasy once or twice. 

"Not like this," he said, placing his strong arms on her shoulders reluctantly. He spoke just as much to himself as he did to her, snapping himself out of it. He'd push her away and tie her up, maybe. He'd- 

She squawked like a bird, and was flung back as his sword howled. She hit the wall and slumped. He was dumbfounded for a moment. A very small part of him had to be the sarcastic ass and say '[i]...or that could happen.[/i]' But most of his being was elsewhere with his thoughts, mostly for the safety of her. 

"Camilla!" 

He called as loud as he dared, running over to her limp form and checking to see if she was still breathing. Thankfully she was, and there was no blood on the back of her head either. The hairs on his neck still stood on end. "[sub]This woman is driving me up the wall![/sub]" he breathed in frustration. But by Ulric, he felt like he loved her. 

He groaned in annoyance, picking up the vial she had dropped, and scooped her up in his arms to carry her as if she was a babe. He was going to take her back to her room and guard her, regardless of her pride. He didn't think of her as helpless, but they needed to work together. With a sigh, he spun and stepped to walk back into her room, only to find himself face to face with an imperial guard holding a torch. 

"........"

"....." 

"Have you worked under ser Gilderoy long?" Cyrdic asked. 

"I'm a conscript from Stirland. Just here to man the castle." the man said. 

"Fought in the Storm campaign?" 

"Aye, 4th regiment of Halberdiers." 

"I was in the Ostland regulars." Cyrdic said, nodding. "Listen, these Templars don't need to know all that happens here. I'm simply helping her back to her room, but they'll jump to conclusions. Could you keep this between us?" 

The man looked at Cyrdic, then to Camilla, then back at Cyrdic. "Silent as the grave, Sergeant." 

Next Camilla woke, she'd find herself in her bed. Cyrdic would be asleep on the floor as he often had been the past few months, only this time his muscled form was against the door. She'd need to wake him to leave. 
[hr] 
Gildenhoof let out a shrill cry, his desires unsated for the time being. Damn that soldier and his cursed blade. He had been so close to caressing the woman's smooth form. His tongue slithered out of his mouth, spikes suddenly protruding from it as he imagined the ecstacy. He would need to report to Velabrass the failure. 

Unfortunate though it may be, he found himself moaning at the thought of killing imperial soldiers. He knew the time would come very soon, and he would ravage the woman before the soldier's eyes, and then have his way with the sergeant as well once she was finished with. Oh, yes...all in time. 
[@Penny]