Ylrid was not a fool when it came to knowing that Eira was mad at him, but he was a fool in the ways of the heart. They were as new to him as they would be to many who were younger. He was not prone to being overly emotional however, and the few times it had happened he was confused. Powerful emptions for Eira for example had him greatly confused, and when she didn't take his offered hand and then accused him, sort of, of trying to kill her he was surprised to feel a dull ache in his chest.<br/><br/>Walking back to the castle meant that Eira had turned her back to him. Ylrid ran behind her and wrapped his arms around hers and her chest, holding her tight, but allowing her to breathe. He suppresed the feeling quickly and then in a mocking high pitch tone he repeated words she had said earlier, "I have no fear of rough treatment, do what you must."  He cleared his throat and shifted a more commanding voice, "did you not mean those words? Were they simply in jest? Did your father raise a coward, afraid of pain to get the job done? Perhaps her highness would simply prefer to crawl back into the arms of Lord Bennington."<br/><br/>Then Ylrid did something he had not intended to do, he lied, "there is something more inside of you, I can sense it. Let it go, stay and learn, and I promise you shall find greatness you never knew you had." His grip remained tight for now, he was not done with Eira at all, not yet at least, he needed to know<i>what</i>she was.