[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe seemed rather distracted--or possibly bored--now that the danger was over, giving the nem the occasional curious look but otherwise having her attention drift over to the vacated food. After all, even the nobility wasn't inclined towards completely ignoring assassination attempts...

Or maybe the process of healing was simply rather uncomfortable when it involved pushing a crossbow bolt out of your chest. Sure enough, the shot found itself falling onto the floor with a quiet rattle, the vampire poking in irritation at the bloodstained hole in her dress. At least she hadn't brought a scarf along, ruining those was never any fun...