The moment her gaze fell to the two men who had been charged with escorting her out, Emlyn knew those were the culprits. Even with her words momentarily attempting to hide the altercation, one of them did not know a good thing when it happened, apparently. This was one of the times that Emlyn chose not to be completely forceful with his presence. He let their little argument go on, simply thinking exactly how to handle this situation. When the second guard chimed in, it was time to handle this obstruction. "I seem to remember hiring men who followed orders," Emlyn said calmly. "And one of the primary orders I gave was that aside from restraint marks, no lasting, physical marks would be left on our captive." And with that, Emlyn whistled.<br/><br/>One of the best assets in Emlyn's repertoire was that of allies he had made, willing to serve him. The tune he whistled in the span of a couple of seconds seemed to go on longer, echoing where it should not have been able to. It was a haunting, beautiful, and low, and despite the length of it, everyone was able to comprehend this. That one whistle put the guards patrolling the house on edge, but seemed to not register with those he had hired to collect and guard Clara. A small mote of... something soon appeared next to Emlyn, hovering at about eye level with him. It was almost like a light or a star, simply floating there. But the glow was wrong, as was the core. While it was giving off light, the source of it was unknown, as it simply seemed to be a tear in the world, leading to pure blackness. It was about the size of a toy bouncy ball, and, for a time, that's all it was. After a few moments, however, the thing began to change. The light dimmed and from it, a small form began to extend from an almost fetal like position. It was a person, at least in appearance, though it retained mostly the same size for the most part. The being was female, and had two pair of insectoid like wings, which began to flutter immediately once the light had completely faded. If it was clothed, it was hard to tell, as if a veil of even smaller motes of 'black light' was covering it's whole form.<br/><br/>The being looked to Emlyn and spoke in a hauntingly beautiful tongue, a language that was certainly lost to time. Emlyn replied nonetheless in the same language, though his interpretation was certainly not as otherworldly as the being's. After their short exchange, the being nodded and turned to the guards. It simply tilted it's head and the pair of them seemed to freeze, going limp but staying upright. Emlyn turned back to Clara, as if his business with the being was done, and plucked his jacket off of Clara's shoulders. "Your hesitance has lost you this protection," Emlyn said calmly, sliding his jacket back on. His hand gently went to her shoulder, while his other arm gestured towards the building, expecting her to go before him into it.