Vytheril's eyes darted up. While his fear of a full court wasn't around, he recalled seeing Carmilla more than he could count for his time being here in Falkenstein. She was the embodiment of the castle, but he always averted interacting with her other than formal occasions. When she'd bent down to help pick up the belongings and lecture him, his brown eyes stared back at her with his head almost dipping down quickly to avert staring directly at her in the eyes. "Apologies, m'Lady.." He says, unable to get some of the more important documents from Carmilla due to the fact she'd held on to them for the mean time.<br/><br/>"I was fearful you'd be entertaining guests in the hall, so I wanted to move through as quickly and without being noticed.." Though he knew he'd failed at doing so, he tried to hold a semblance of pride in of himself. With the parchment that he was able to collect, he held on to it under his arm while his eyes wandered over else on the frame as he tried to appear as natural and respectful as he could in her presence. Vytheril knew she'd a lot of power, and while he strained to be obedient, he did put in the effort to maintain so. "You never have to worry, I make sure to keep a keen observation on any papyrus that's to be handled. Parchment is very expensive in these trying times."