The Knight rose before him unsteadily with a soft grunt. Huddled on the stairs as he had been before, Liraeth had not noticed how tall and imposing the figure actually was until they were looming above him. Armoured from head to toe in heavy plate, a steel visored helm completely obscured their face. Even with their form so heavily obscured, Liraeth noted the breadth of their shoulders, and inferred from it the physical strength they must possess. 

In his left hand Liraeth saw the longsword that the Knight still held. A cold shiver passed down the back of his neck. He realised then, that despite his all his craft, if this man were to suddenly try to strike him down or attempt to overpower him, he doubted that he would stand little chance of resisting him in such close quarters. Perhaps he should not have approached so blithely. 

But the Knight made no such move towards him, instead he pressed his free hand to his abdomen and bent at the waist in a small, dignified bow.

That had been the last thing that Liraeth had expected. He felt his jaw slacken open and his eyebrows begin to involuntarily raise, and realised that he was making some kind of face. He quickly glanced around him, to confirm that yes, they were still standing in the smouldering and destroyed courtyard of this castle. Courtly manners tended to be one of the first things to go out of the window when things started burning down and the bodies started stacking up in his experience.

The voice that boomed out of the helmet was strained and rough, like they had been breathing smoke and without water for sometime. There was something odd about it too to Liraeth's ears, a flatness to it, a lack of emotion at what was clearly a horrific tragedy. Like the odd courtly bow the Knight had begun with, it such him as slightly odd, slightly queer.

"Well met, Sir -err Tenth of Knights? I am sorry to hear that..." 

He looked at the largely extinguished fires, the timbers burnt down to ash. Whenever this disaster struck it was not mere hours ago, a day or longer at least had past. And this Knight had just been... sat here? Waiting on the steps all that time? For what? Perhaps the man was in some state of shock, Liraeth had seen and heard of such cases before... or perhaps it was something darker.

"Do you require aid or assistance? I have some travelling provisions I would be more than happy to share, and possess some skill in the arts of healing if you have any injuries... or..." His voice trailed off, unsure as to what to say to the sole survivor of whatever horrible thing had happened here. 

"Please, let me help you."