"Oh, please don't worry." Lilliana smiled graciously.  "There have been many attempts on my life, I'm quite used to the... ah... commotion incited by them. Though admittedly this one did frighten me with the sheer brazenness of the attacker."  She stopped dabbing at the blood and looked at it on the scrap of silk embroidered with lavender flowers.  The effect of the blackened blood was actually quite pretty and served to add a kind of shadow and depth to the flowers.  She could appriciate the effect, but felt very guilty for doing so, considering the reason for the blood in the first place.  "My father will certainly dispense with the assailent."  She sighed and stood, offering him her gloved hand.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid he is quite over-protective of me.  In all honesty, I wouldn't mind dispatching the crude intruder myself in a more... private manner.  But my father is, well I suppose you could call it chivalry. These sort of things are what he lives for really."  She looked to the wall, almost seeing through it to where the great hall would be.  A fond, warm smile touched her lips and a very faint pinkness rose into her cheeks.  He meant well, she knew he did.<br/>___________________________________<br/><br/>Eurich heard someone conversing with Winnefred and a playful grin touched his lips.  He rose from his chair and noislessly moved to the gate.  He pulled back the curtain and undid the latch on the gate.  Stepping a few paces down the hall, he lifted her arm like a falconer and Winnefred, accustomed to the gesture, lowered herself onto it and crawled onto his shoulder.  Very carefully, so as not to upset his dear arachnid, he made a bow and gestured toward the gate from which he'd just come.  The slate had been left by the chair, so he was currently without verbal communication.