Allen's eyes widened when he saw the girl pricking herself, he said nothing, he just watched silently, a slight gust of wind tugging his ponytail. He watched as blood dripped from her fingertips, yet he did not come forward even though his inner self would have leapt at her, ripped the thorny stalk from her small hands and check on the wound.<br/><br/>When she finally addressed him, Allen bowed apologetically, and moved forward, holding out a gloved hands to help the princess to her feet, "I'm terribly sorry for what I have caused, my lady, but I suggest that we go to the infirmary to get that hand seen to. And then return to your father, his health is not very good lately." He reached down and picked up the twisted plant, before dropping the bloodied stalk into the bed of roses. "This way, my lady," He swept his other hand to gesture towards the west archway.