Lydia
Leanna felt the soft hand guide her up the stairs and she looked down at the brass key. She slipped her hand out from beneath her cloak, her fingers and fore arm a deep crimson red. 

"Let's stay. I'm exhausted." Tarias's smile was comforting, a stranger mere hours ago he had stepped up to save her from harm three times now. The least she owed him was an explanation. She took the key from his hand and moved to open the door.

The room was nothing short of exaggerated luxury. A chipped marble fireplace dominated the back of the room. It was warm and inviting. In the center was one heavy wood carved bed with heavy purple drapes across each of the four posts. It looked soft and pillowy covered in multi-colored cushions. Leanna stepped inside and looked around to find the windows. 

"Wow!" She smiled weakly. "I bet Lucy gave us the most expensive room." She walked towards a lattice cover that hid a large metal bathtub full of warm oil scented water. The water looked inviting and she dipped her red hand into the water and sighed. 

She turned to Tarias. "I can't control it. Sometimes it just happens."
Pamela
Tarias walked slowly about the extravagant room gazing in open disbelief at the outright fineries. "Lucy must have thought we are rich," He said in wonder, not having had the pleasure of discovering the fat coin purse that Leanna carried like the barmaid had. "I hope she isn't too disappointed," He said as he made his way over to where Leanna was dipping her hand in the bath. Frowning, he knelt in curious examination of her wounded hand. "A magic ability such as that takes training to master control over," He said as if it were sage advice that she might not have figured out on her own. 

Tisking quietly, he grabbed a fluffy towel from a stack near the tub and dipped it into the warm water, then took her hand in his and gently went about wrapping it. "You are more than you revealed," He stated the obvious given the encounter with the armored man. "Was he right? Are you... Wanted?" He frowned deeply. "The humans are relentless. If they want you, they will never give up until you are caught— or dead."

That he didn't simply walk away and be done with her was perhaps something, but as he sat crouched beside the tub there eyeing her, still quite under the effects of the drugged wine, he clearly expected answers. It does not change things from my perspective, my friend. It will simply help to better understand our true predicament if I am fully aware."
Lydia
Leanna took in a short gasp as Tarias examined her hand. It was already beginning to heal, but she bit her lip as he touched her arm.

She blushed and felt her stomach turn when he chided her. She had not meant to lie, but she was starting her life over. A new life. One where she was not the only child of Reginald Port Seville. 

"He wont kill me." She winced as Tarias wrapped her hand. "Im too valuable to him." She had been alone for weeks and this secret was a heavy burden in her heart.

"I ran away from home." The secret bubbles inside her and spilled out in her words. "The fire started when I was a child, but my parents spent thousands of coin and hours of secret teaching to have me quell and conceal it. But it came back. No matter how hard they tries to hide it."

Leanna's leg began to shake. "My name is Leanna Port Seville. Reginald is my father." Her voice began to crack, "He is not a good man. And I am not going back. I dont want to end up like him."

He didn't leave. He didn't bind her and go to take the bounty for himself. He simply sat and listened as the hidden heiress finally revealed herself.