Zianro saw her enter the room, clad in naught but a nightgown and armed with a dagger. His mind was confused as to why she was still in that gown in the morning, had she woken up? He couldn't tell. She told him he couldn't prevent what she had planned to do even if he killed her.<br/><br/>She then raised the dagger to her unprotected chest and told him to do what he must. Now his eyes widened in confusion.<span style="font-style: italic">"What? She's trying to kill herself?! Or wait...she's asking me to kill her?! After saying be her bodyguard? But on the other hand, maybe there's still time to stop the madness by doing what she said..."</span>his mind snapped back to attention.<span style="font-style: italic">"No! I have to remember the dream! Something else is coming! Valsir was a Province once, and if it's Fate is to be one again for a time so be it as long as those of Valsir remember who they are!"</span><br/><br/>He rose from the bed, walked over to her and grabbed the dagger by the blade and throwing it to the side. "There are worse evils then you. But I cannot go back on the deal we made. I am your bodyguard." He said calmly. He looked at the hand that grabbed the dagger, it started to bleed from a small cut from grabbing her weapon. He'll tend to it later.