Crystal knew Irina wasn't telling the truth, but didn't press further for information. Her panicked features relaxed significantly just to hear Irina's voice, to know she was alright. A sigh of relief as she reached into her bosom and produced a handkerchief, it smelled of lavender and was the same color with white lace trim. She gingerly held Irina's wrist away from her bloody cheek, pressed the handkerchief to the tip of her own tongue and hesitantly wiped it against the smudge on Irina's cheek. It was an intimate act, she knew that, but Crystal didn't care if Irina minded. Gently, she wiped the blood until her handkerchief was dirtied with all of it. "You have to be more careful..." Crystal frowned at Irina, brushing a curl from the girl's forehead. She got to her feet and extended a gloved hand to Irina, she didn't say anything more, but her mind was abuzz with endless questions about Lord Vaross.