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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Winton[/center][hr][hr]

[color=FireBrick]"I am her escort, her protector, Lady. And I will protect her even if it's from herself. As for that particular 'discussion'. I thought it best to head such a delicate thing off as soon as I could. I've been damn well in agreement with that oversized Reaper about the boy. But what you are sticking your delicate nose into is a family matter."[/color]

She recoiled visibly at his words.  It was true, she had to admit, she didn't know exactly what had been said.  She just had a very general idea of it.  It was mostly Faeril's reaction that had made her jump in both feet.  And now she was treading in very deep water.  She pursed her lips and lifted her chin as Gen stood.  She wasn't about to back down from such bullying behavior.

[color=Tan]"Watch your tone. I'm not disagreeing it's a family matter, but you damn well brought it into the open."[/color]

It seemed Denvar was taking her side on this.  So it must have been at least somewhat like she had thought.  It could be hard to tell with the Eyrien language - it was as rough and aggressive as its speakers.  She approached the table and set her drink down as Dareen passed by, saying something about getting air.  Fatima offered an apologetic look to her back as she left.  Well, she was knee deep in the shit now and without a rope to hoist herself out.  The best she could do was attempt to de-escalate tempers.  Including her own.

[color=6E8E67]"I am not saying this conversation was something that shouldn't have been had.  I am saying that you have put us in an awkward predicament by having it here.  You should be careful."[/color]  Now wasn't that the pot calling the kettle black?  She swirled her finger around in the beer which filled her mug.  It was cool and bubbled imperceptibly against the digit.  With a frown she looked up at the pair of Eyriens.  [color=6E8E67]"And you should be gentle."[/color]  Definitely not a word in the Eyrien repertoire but it was something as important to learn as bashing in heads.  [color=6E8E67]"A Witch can only be as strong as her foundation."[/color] She removed her finger from the drink and watched the pair of men, wondering what sort of reaction she would get next.  She nearly jumped out of her skin at Mikhail's touch.  Little scream she tried to clamp hands over and all, as she turned to look up at the man wide eyed.

[color=6ecff6]"I... am not good with those kind of things and I don't know what I should say to help Faeril... She also doesn't seem to want my presence but you might be able to do that which I cannot. I think it would be better if you stood by her side..." [/color]

She lowered her hands from her face as he spoke, concern knitting her brows.  She took the cup, surprised to see ice inside of it with the ale.  An interesting combination.  Perhaps the fellow didn't imbibe much.  She offered him a small smile before nodding.  She glanced at the two Eyrien men again before leaving them to bicker among themselves if they chose.  She approached the bar and ordered something much stiffer than ale and then Fatima left the Inn to find their Black Widow.