"No don't!" Niah quickly stopped Brom before he could embarrass them both by trying to pick her up. Really, there was nothing quite as shameful as letting someone lesser than one touch one. That sentence sounded vaguely wrong to Niah, but her mind didn't have time to try and keep up with her sensibilities. She had to save face, another extremely important thing in her world. "You can't touch me," she informed Brom and folded her hands in her lap. Her nose was in the air and her eyes closed, a look of imperiousness she'd seen her mother perfect when speaking to servants. "I order you to go find one of my brothers or Father. They shall help me, not you. You're just a guard."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps that was a bit much,</span>she thought in retrospect. But she was a young teenager, and a very proud one at that. She couldn't go back on her word, whether that word was overly strong or not. And anyway, Brom could take it. He was older than her and should have known better than to be so familiar with her in the first place.