Guest Quarters: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

Dark woods and pale marble play a game of contrasts in this room. It's broad and arching ceiling, carved from the finest alabaster, mixes with the roughened edges of some southern hardwood's stained hue as it's criss-crossed by beams. The walls placate the surrounding fervor of marble sprites carved here and there along the window sills with paneling of the finest grade, polished to a near mirror sheen. There is a rotund bed, heavy with ivory linens, roughly in the center of the room and the accoutrements surrounding such finery are of the highest quality.

The light filters through the unfettered windows bright and gay, heralding the early hours of morning. The windows are bathed in a feathering drift of snowflakes that gather themselves in the corners of the panes, making perfect ovals in which to view the outside from. There is a large set of oaken doors that lead back out into the hallway of the Resident's Wing.

Contents:
Demonder

Having set Rennar into bed the night before, Demonder made himself comfortable on a seat that he had arranged next to the bed. With his axe leaning against the seat, that's where he slept the night. By daylight, he was up and around, bringing back breakfast for his fiancee, setting it up beside the bed before sitting down on the mattress, his fingers lighting touching upon her cheek as he watches her sleep.

Feeling the movement of the mattress, and those fingers on her cheek, Rennar gives a start, fumbling around for the dagger that she lost in the Arbortem the other day. From her expression, she has temporarily forgotten where she was placed, perhaps still thinking herself in the cluches of her Uncle.

"Renni, it's me..." Demonder whispers as he leans over her, fingers cupping her cheek in his hand. "You're safe." More whispers, as he shushes her struggles away, his eyes looking down at her with concern and love.

A sheepish expression comes to Rennar's cheeks, turning them slightly crimson, "I am sorry..." She comments, her voice more softly spoken than usual, and her eyes insisting on lowering away from Demonder.

A faint smile comes over Demonder, as he shakes his hand and brushes his fingers through her illusion of hair, touching upon her scalp. "There's nothing to apologize for," he continues in a whisper, moving forward enough to kiss her lips quickly. "You passed out yesterday, love. It's been a long few days for you." His hand moves from her cheek and settles to stroking upon her arm.

"It's been a long few months..." Rennar counters, keeping her eyes lowered. She seems to pull away a bit as Demonder runs his hands across her chapped head, from the cold, wintry air sleeping outside, wincing faintly. Shame creeps upon her features, and tears start to brim in her eyes again, through she does her very best to hold them back. "And they seem to be getting longer..." Cryptic are her words, and something seems off with her, very off.

"Still?" Demonder responds instantly, his hand not letting her withdraw from him without a struggle, and in fact command more attention as he reaches for her neck so that lift her bead more to him. "You... you had a few, didn't you? The Queen? Your sister? That's why you cried?" There's no need for him to speak the word Viewing to make it be clear what he is speaking about. "I'm here for you..." he despirately tries to re-assure her, not wanting to see her withdraw from him.

Rather than fighting against Demonder, Rennar allows herself to be guided closer to him. It is clear that she is upset over something. She still keeps those impending tears back as all the memories of the previous day come flooding to her, both the good and the bad. She nods at his question of her viewings, raising two fingers to indicate how many she's had, then finally finds her voice, "I know you are here..." She reaches out for his hand with her own to give him reassurance of her own.

With a hand moving beyond her back he lifts her body more into his, taking her within his embrace. "Renni, one thing at a time. You're safe now, we're going to keep you safe from those that want to bring you harm." Even with those words, Demonder knows the viewings must be bad, for Rennar has yet to be upset on a viewing the next day to his knowledge. "What is wrong?"

Again Rennar makes no resistance at being pulled more into Demonder's embrace. "I don't know if it is as simple as that, unless you mean to keep me locked away as my uncle had, and even then there was someone after me wishing me harm, other than he." Her words are quiet, hollow sounding, but not because of what was done to her, but because of what she's seen.

Demonder releases Rennar from the immidiate embrace, though arranges himself upon the bed to be closer to her. Nodding reluctantly at her words, Demonder allows the room to stay quiet for a few moments. "I don't wish to imprison you, Renni. But I need to keep you safe. What has you so worried?" Of course, it's about that time that a Viewing would appear over his own head. More so then the Viewing that would tell Renni of Demonder's marriage to her. This one shows two noble Houses uniting, the House Roesone flag is strangely holds a connection with Demonder. Yet, as the House Roesone symbol moves toward the symbol of this other noble House that would be unrecongnizable to Renni unless she knew Tairen houses, the man wearing an axe and sword in Roesone colors fades to one of only the axe, wearing the colors of House Hune.

"The events surrounding the Queen I have sworn not to talk about... and even if I wanted to, I do not think I would speak of such matters openly, not even to you." Rennar's words come as a soft murmuring, yet there is a sort of dread to them as she even says that much, "I will say that I fear for her... and how she'll react to what she's been told. I just hope that she holds no ill will toward me." She looks down at her hands, still refusing to look up at Demonder - the vision she will still see, the next chance she looks up, 'And C... Cal.." She chokes on the words, tears brimming in her eyes once more. Whatever it is she saw with her sister, it has her terribly upset, more so than the brooding knowledge she has regarding the Queen.

Aiding her lack of discovery of the viewings without knowing, Demonder takes her into an embrace once again, his hands holding her head nuzzled against his shoulder and neck. There's a deep breath with her words, knowing both matters to be likely more serious then he had even thought. "You.. you told the Queen of what you can see?" he murmers quietly, and then nods. More so consoling her with his warm embrace then seeking answers. "Take your time, love. Tell me what you can."

Slowly, Rennar nods her head, keeping quiet for a small time. In that time she attempts to regain control of her swarming emotions, a hard task to undertake. "Aye... I kept what I knew from her for a long time, and I could not just let it go any longer. But, in order for me to tell her, I had to reveal to her my gift. I do not so much mind Aislynn knowing. I mind more that in knowing she may tell her Sisters, or the Amyrlin at the Tower. I will /not/ become an object of study for them." She shivers faintly at that thought as she rests in Demonder's embrace. She closes her eyes, as if to block out the other vision, the one of her sister. If she saw those of Demonder's, she seems to miss them - or ignores them. "Calisa's was even as forboding as the Queen's. At least, in my eyes..."

Demonder holds Rennar tightly against him, lowering her back down upon the pillows but still having her within his embrace. "What's wrong with Calisa?" he asks. "You were in tears last night, Renni. I worry about you, worry about people finding out, and worry about what happens when you see what you do."

"Demonder..." Rennar begins, keeping her eyes tightly shut as she does, "I saw a picture of a Dragonsfang about her head." From the choked way she speaks that, it is almost certain that this is /not/ an easy thing for her to reveal. She remains in Demonder's embrace, trembling silently now after speaking what she saw, finally, last evening.

Demonder's breath stops at her revealing the viewing. Renni can feel the nodding of his head against her own, his eyes going horribly dark, though not to her seeing. "But... that could mean anything, right?" Demonder's words are basically a plea, as he struggles with her viewing.

"For now, it could... I could not read anything into the viewing. There was much uncertainty about it. But it could become clearer. It... it was not like with my father's or my brothers, when I /knew/ the things happening to them would happen. I am just hoping against all hope that it does not mean what I think it means." Rennar's anguish can be heard most prominently in her voice as she speaks with Demonder, keeping a careful control on her emotions - a fine line she must maintain.

"It is something of the future?" Demonder asks her quietly, still holding her tightly within his arms. "If it were to be something of truth right now, it would not have appeared, is that right?" He doesn't know any better either way, of course. "Renni, if it is to be true about her, then we'll need to watch her as closely as we do you worst enemy. You'd be a target for them."

"I know..." Rennar's voice comes more quietly than before, an anguished whisper. "I am aware... and if she does turn... turn to /that/..." Tears brim her eyes again, her voice waivering, "I'll have no choice but to turn her over to the Queen, especially if there is proof."

Demonder nods slowly, feeling his intended's pain. "We would need to find proof first, and then turn her in, Renni. Light willing, this is avoidable. Light willing, whatever troubles the Queen will not if she an manage to steer clear of it."

Rennar shakes her head slowly, murmuring quietly, "There is no steering clear of Aislynn's troubles. What I have read of her, I did with an absolute certainty of what was to come. It will happen, whether she wills it or not. And when it does, she will need all the support from family and friends that she can gather." She looks up just then, her brows knitting together. She seems to 'see' past Demonder briefly, then just sighs.

Demonder would not ask further on Aislynn's Viewing, not when Rennar had voice the promise. Taking her cheek at hand when she looks up at him, there's that sudden vagueness in his eyes as he watches Rennar look past him. He knows her well, the way she sometimes avoids looking at him for fear of seeing something, and her expression when she does. "What is it?"

Rennar knits her brows together even more, then glances back at Demonder, "Your House is uniting with another...?" There is an odd questioning tone to her voice as she finally turns her head to watch Demonder's eyes.

Demonder tries not to be the smart-ass, really he tries. "House Hune?" There's clearly no knowledge of anything else in his eyes as he watches Rennar, knowing she'd not ask if it was meant to be about her own House.

A frown forms briefly on Rennar's features, "No. Another... there's a vision about you that suggests it, and perhaps suggests you breaking away from the House, at least... I think." She sighs deeply, uncertainty touching her, "Blast this... If I could give this up I would." Frustration touches her, hanging her head low now.

Demonder doesn't have time to give this viewing much thought, more concerned about Rennar for a moment. Absently, he simply whispers, "I don't know anything about another House." And then he pulls her protectively against him. "Things will be fine, I have no reason to break from House Roesone." There's the hint of doubt in his voice, for all the things that could happen that would say otherwise.

Gently, Rennar wraps her arms about Demonder, giving him a warm embrace. There can be a need felt coming from her, that she needs his support and his understanding, love and warmth. "I can't say that I know that they will." She murmurs quietly, "At least not with me."

Getting the bed covers all intangled around them, Demonder shifts away the bed covers so that he can go into bed with her, his arms wrapped tight around her in support as the heat of him radiates against her. "Just so long as we are together..." he whispers quietly.

Rennar smiles gently, her hand reaching out to touch Demonder's cheek. "We will be... we are to be married afterall." She snuggles in next to Demonder's body, leaning her head against his chest. "Though, right now I just want to forget everything that's happened."

Urginng Rennar a little higher on his body, Demonder's lips reach down to kiss her softly. A sweet kiss, it tells of his love with the warmth and tender touch. Some moments later he releases the kiss, nodding slowly. "I wish I could have you forget everything, but I don't think even I am that good." Then Demonder winks, heading moving away as though expecting a playful poke at the comment.

Unfortunately for Demonder, Rennar is not in a very playful mood. She does manage a small smile for him, however. A soft sigh escapes her, as she turns herself to stare up at the ceiling. "I think I need to take my mind off of these matters somehow." She comments quietly, folding her hands upon her stomach. "In no time, I'll have my hands more than full with Jeffrin's trial."

There's always that hint of amusement that Demonder gets when she doesn't react exactly as how he would wish at one of his comments. As she turns over with her back to the ceiling, Demonder turns to his side watching her. "Perhaps some time spent within the city while wrapped up in disguise?" But even at his own words, Demonder does not sound too enthuised. "Not that we can afford that now, not when there's danger like this.'

"I have to wonder," Rennar begins, "if there will ever be a time that I will be safe. I was not expecting to be named the next heir to the throne, not especially when Aislynn is a young Queen." Her voice sounds more heavy than it did before, her eyes carefully studying the ceiling. Slowly, she turns her head to regard Demonder, watching him and his reactions, "Surely, knowing that must bear down upon you..."

There's a great deal of bearing down upon him, indeed, by the look on his expresion. "I had not known before yesterday," he states quietly. As she watches for his reaction, his eyes do not leave hers, searching her thoughts as much as she does his. "I asked your hand in marriage because I loved you, no matter what the circumstance, and already knowing of your worst secret. This changes nothing in my heart. As your husband, I will be responsible for your safety, it as simple as that."

Relief seems to shine in Rennar's eyes, "I am glad to hear that, because I do not think I could go on alone again... not after what happened with my uncle. But..." She murmurs, concern touching her voice, "I do not expect you to try to protect me all by yourself either, my love. I expect you to get help... if you wish, you can oversee the hiring of a new guard for me... because I can't use any of the men that Jeffrin hired after weeding out my own men."

Truly not looking as young as he once did, Demonder's fatigued eyes and firmer expression still tells of his pain when the not having Rennar anymore in his life was a pained reality. There is a moment within him that speaks of duty, that simple nod says it all when Rennar suggests that he look over hiring men for her protection. "I will not smoother you by following you everywhere, Renni. But I will show you much concern until matters cool down here. And then likely still."

Calisa walks in from the Nobles' Sitting Room.

Rennar is laying upon the bed, fully clothed, looking at Demonder, though she looks as if she may have been staring at the ceiling just a little while again. She lifts one of her hands from her stomach and gently touches Demonder's cheek, sighing softly, "I know, and I understand." She murmurs quietly, and then, and only them does a tiny glimmer of a smile come to her features, "But... if you do smother me, expect a poke in your side to remind you that I'm alright." When the door opens, she turns to see who it is, setting herself up on the bed, rather than lying down.

Calisa steps in hesitantly. "Rennar?"

Demonder sits up from the bed as Rennar does, not blocking Rennar's view from Calisa. The lord's eyes look upon Calisa with a touch of hesitation, a certain tension being felt that was not there before. Perhaps it was the matter of their conversation, as Demonder smiles next. "Lady Calista. Please, come in."

Rennar nods her head, arranging one of the pillows behind her back, "Calisa..." She murmurs quietly, "Please, come in." She quietly watches her sister, regarding her in a studious manner.

Calisa shuts the door behind her, movig further into the room. She nods to Demonder, murmuring "Lord Deomnder", and looks to her sister. "How are you?"

"I am better." Rennar easily answers, "Especially now that I have had a good night's sleep in a warm bed, rather than on the cold, snowy ground.

One would almost think Demonder was a touch amused. "I do not think you'll let yourself live that one out too soon, sleeping upon the cold ground."

Calisa's eyes harden a touch. "What /did/ he do to you, sister?"

Rennar delicately makes a motion with her hand for Calisa to pull up a chair, regarding her sister carefully, and her mood swings. "Well, for starters, he terrorized me with that /beast/ of his." There is no mistaking that she means Hyperion, Jeffrin's dog, "And to make certain that I would not leave the house, he locked me into a small room...." That brings a shiver from Rennar - Calisa might know that when younger, Rennar got locked in a closet for several long hours. "... and he had that /thing/ sit outside so I could not go anywhere. I thought, at times, I was going to die of fright." Lines crease her forehead as she tells her story, "And then there's this..." And with that, she shows Calisa the tiny scars now speckling over the palms of her hands, "That happened when one of his.... workers... allowed me a drink of wine, not that I wanted it, and his beast came and sniffed me. I broke the glass and the wounds were allowed to start healing with chunks of glass still within them."

Calisa sinks into a seat, face losing all color as Rennar continues. She makes no answer, but perhaps the iciness in her eyes is answer enough in it's own way.She simply stares at the scars, reaching one hand towards Rennar's. Finally, "Did the Queen Heal them?" Her gaze flicks upwards. "And your...hair?" Knowing it for an illusion.

Calisa pages: Soon as Calisa can catch Rennar alone, she's meaning to ask if Rennar saw something abot her

Rennar shakes her head, murmuring quietly, "One of the people at Tiras Lorn took the glass out of them and then bandaged them. Remember, I was there for little more than three months." She sighs deeply, lowering her hands to her lap, "They healed on their own that way." She shifts slightly from where she sits, glancing between Demonder and Calisa quietly, "And then he forced me to work, as if I were one of his servants. I suppose that was part of his guise, the way he could keep me there, and control me."

Calisa's mouth is decidedly pinched; she is silent, waiting for Rennar to continue.

Satira walks in from the Nobles' Sitting Room.

"He had my head shaved, bald. He made me wear less than rags, and wouldn't let me bathe unless he wanted to show me off to his visitors. Most times, I smelled as if I lived in the outhouse." Rennar is sitting on the bed with Demonder next to her. Calisa's not too far away. Currently, she's talking to the eldest of her two younger sisters. "I was only fed when he fancied to feed me." She pauses her words a moment, closing her eyes briefly, "He took me to the Festival of Roses, for his own amusement. Everyone was in costume that evening so no one was sure to recognize me. He made me wear a collar, with a leash."

Demonder's eyes darken with each description of what Renni went through, the man not showing her the hatred expressed there, instead reaching behind him to hold her hand.

Quietly stepping into the room is Rennar's youngest sister - Satira, dressed in her favorite white dress. She stops by the entry, and far from the reaction one might expect simply looks into the room silently, eyeing her two sisters.

Calisa almost sends her chair flying in her haste to stand. She whirls, stalking towards the door...and woe to anyone between it and her...Except for the one who is there. "'tira!"

Rennar gently squeezes Demonder's hand back, then jumps at the chair flying across the room and actually /winces/ and draws back as if expecting something else 'bad' to happen. She only seems to relax when Calisa yells out her youngest sibling's name. She sighs relief and simply watches the reunion between the two.

Demonder's eyes lighten in hatred for the man that is locked away, as the two sisters are reunited he squeezes back on Renni's hand and tugs her closer to him as he sits on the edge of the bed.

Satira's reaction, as already stated, is much less emotional than Calisa's. She simply stands there, as in shock - although she no doubt knew the pair was here, clutching her skirt with both her hands.

After that exclamation, Calisa too might be facing a near-stranger. She stops about 10 feet away, uncertain.

Quietly, Rennar observes the reactions of those about her, seeming as meek and fragile as ever. Easily, she is drawn into Demonder's arms, allowing herself to be guided near him. She worries her lower lip with her teeth, folding her hands before her in her lap.

Satira stays silent and motionless a few more seconds, before suddently 'snapping' out of whatever it was she was in to, and runs toward Calisa, wrapping her arms around the girl as she gets there.

Calisa's arms go around Satira, but sh is oddly still, little showing on her face. "You're...alright?"

The small girl doesn't answer and just tightens her arms against her older sister with as much force as her small body can produce, and perhaps even a little more.

Demonder holds Rennar with his safe embrace, watching the two sisters greet quietly. The lord only turns to Rennar once, eyes casting over her and though attempting to read her expression, before turning to Calisa and Satira once again.

Rennar's expression is rather unreadable, not even her eyes holding emotion now. She doesn't move really, just simply watches. After what seems like an enternity, she finally finds her tongue, "Are you well, Satira?"

Calisa stares down at Satira, tears beginning. She lets the other girl try to squezeze the breatrh out of her, fighting toi not do the same toher.

Finally letting go, little Satira takes a step back. "I missed you..." she says quietly. "Why didn't you come to visit me?"

Calisa's tears come to a crashing halt, she taking a half-step back. Voice flat, "I couldn't, 'tira." She tries to soften her voice, looking down at her sister. "I couldn't..."

Finally, after having tried once to speak, Rennar finally rises, pulling away from Demonder as a lump fixes itself in her throat, "Demonder... I think I want to take a walk..." Her clothing hangs limply on her thinned form as she rises, falling haphazardly about her. She has not yet had time to change.

Saitra nods slowly and says, after a second or two, "I know.." softly. As she hears her sister's voice she suddently 'remembers' her other sister in the room. Quickly letting go of Calisa, she turns toward her. "Rennar..." she says softly...

Calisa looks a moment longer at Satira, thenturns also, stepping back so she stands by the younger one.

Demonder stands with Rennar in agreement, offering his arm to her as he looks betwee her and the other sisters of House Hune.

Something touches Rennar's eyes, though the entirety of it remains hidden. She nods to her youngest sister, murmuring a quiet greeting, "Satira." Yet, oddly enough, she makes no move to go forward and sweep her youngest sister in her arms. "You are well...?" She asks again, her voice just as quiet as before, yet... this time it seems more deadpan than the last. Her experiences, perhaps, having gotten the best of her.

As Calisa was uncertain about her just a few minutes before, now it's Satira's turn to look at her oldest sister the same way. "I.. I am well..." she says after a fashion. "Just a little thirsty..." she tries to match her tone to her sister's, although with not much success

Small tinges of relief touch Rennar's eyes, "I am glad he did not harm you..." She murmurs in the same voice, only her eyes showing her emotions now. "I would like to stay and talk more... but..." She shivers as she looks about her, "I really /am/ in need of getting out into open air."

Seeming to take that as his que, Demonder slowly begins to escort Rennar from the room. He does bow his head to each sister in turn. "Ladies."

Long distance to Satira: Rennar hasn't left yet. :) See, didnt pose walking across the room - erm.. well until Demonder just did :)

Calisa nods. Again, "Lord Demonder." She starts to reach towards Rennar, but stops herself, arm falling back to her side. "Rennar."

Satira, unsure of what to answer, simply says "have fun outside... maybe we can talk later?" in a half pleading voice.

Rennar pauses her escape to the door, glancing at Satira quietly. Uncertainty lines her own eyes, looking as if she's unable to determine how, exactly, to act around her. She nods her head gently, her eyes softening somewhat, "I would like that..." She murmurs gently.

Satira gives Rennar a small reassuring smile. Reassuring to Rennar? or perhaps to herself? watching her leaving without any attempt to follow her.

Rennar nods her head to both of her sisters, then without any other word, starts to walk with Demonder once more, allowing him to guide her. She seems a changed person, looking almost as if she relies /heavily/ on Demonder's support, rather than supporting herself.

Calisa almost starts after the pair, but shakes her head slightly, simply watching.

Demonder simply stands beside Rennar, a pillar of strength in his height and broad shoulders. An arm touches upon her hand that is looped around his head, as he nods once again, he walks slowly to the door of the apartment. Opening it enough, he leads Rennar through and out.

Demonder and Rennar continue until they reach the balcony...

Balcony: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

You are standing upon a long, curving balcony of white stone that looks down over the golden dome of the Grand Hall and onto the Queen's Gardens. Marble benches sit along the eastern wall and between the huge columns, providing views of the lush gardens and redstone fountain below.

A group of Queen's Guards, clad in red coats with long, white collars, marches down the flagstone path through the garden below. Snow lies thick upon the grass of the gardens below, and drifts pile up against the white stone walls. The paths below glisten with ice. A pair of arching double-doors made of glass lead back to the east, into the palace. A winding staircase leads down to the gardens.

Demonder walks onto the balcony from the sitting room.

The young Andoran lady seems to breath a deep sigh of relief once she exits into the outdoors again, pausing a moment to place both hands on the edge of the balcony. She glances at Demonder, looking a bit sheepish, "I am sorry. I just had to get out of that room. I've been too cooped up as it is and fresh air will do me some good."

Moving his cloak against the winter bite, he wraps one arm about Rennar's as she rests her arms on the balcony. "I could tell. Your sisters..." he stops there, shrugging a shoulder. "I think everyone is strained from the ordeal. It'll be better in time." There's no promise in those words, Demonder's eyes betraying his concern as he leans forward to kiss her lips. The warmth of his body and the cloak around her shoulders keeping Rennar warmer.

Rennar stays closer to Demonder, not hovering too far away from him, "I would think, with the reunion I got from them, that they still think I am dead, or that I was somehow responsible for all that has happened." There is hurt in her voice, perhaps befitting another reason for her wanting to leave the confines of her room.

"I know Renni, I felt it too," Demonder states with concern, holding her tight to him. "I'd thought I'd get more then a minor greeting considering I've spoken in much better terms with Satira and Calisa." Taking a deep breath, his eyes scan over the grounds bellow. "But I could be the tramatics of what happened."

Parting ways with Demonder, Rennar returns to her rooms within the Palace.

Guest Quarters: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

Dark woods and pale marble play a game of contrasts in this room. It's broad and arching ceiling, carved from the finest alabaster, mixes with the roughened edges of some southern hardwood's stained hue as it's criss-crossed by beams. The walls placate the surrounding fervor of marble sprites carved here and there along the window sills with paneling of the finest grade, polished to a near mirror sheen. There is a rotund bed, heavy with ivory linens, roughly in the center of the room and the accoutrements surrounding such finery are of the highest quality.

Subdued motes of dust linger int he calm and hazy afternoon sun that shines through the unfettered windows. The windows are bathed in a feathering drift of snowflakes that gather themselves in the corners of the panes, making perfect ovals in which to view the outside from. There is a large set of oaken doors that lead back out into the hallway of the Resident's Wing.

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Satira
Calisa

Calisa races towards the door, almost slamming into Rennar. Satira is laid across the bottom end of the bed, seemingly asleep.

After a small fashion, Rennar does finally manage to make it back to the guest rooms. Demonder seems to be absent. There is a small look of hurt on her features, which she quickly masks as she enters the room, not wanting her sisters to see her raw emotions spread out before her.

Rennar's eyes widen brightly as Calisa nearly smacks into her. She steps out of the way, confusion settling upon her features, "What is wrong...?" She speaks, her voice filled with concern. She does not see Satira sprawled upon the bed.

Calisa stumbles to a halt. "'tira...she won't wake up..." She takes a shuddering breath, fighting for control. "She said she was tired, and couldn't walk so far as the outer room...And she just lay down on the floor. I can't wake her..."

Calisa continues out of the room. "I'll find a healer..."

Alarm crosses Rennar's features, "Light..." She murmurs, "Quickly, go to the healer's quarters..." Her voice trails off as Calisa already has left.