" No don't." Her voice was urgent and pleading. " I sometimes do that, young lord, but I would never intentionally harm you. Forgive me..and let me thank you..Assuming it was indeed you who helped me."


[ A glaive is ..a blade thing...o_o I don't know..look it up on images on Google. lol ]

His head turned very little as he smiled faintly once more, hands brought together to clasp gently before his waist.
"I did nothing of note." he replied quietly, before winding his way from the room, lingering out on the balcony for a moment after the door closed, just to catch his balance.

He was feeling drained after that, he needed to regain his energy...just enough.

_________________
"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde