Genevieve was not happy. She did not miss the woman's grip tighten. In fact, it was almost enough to make Genevieve remove her hands, herself. And she wouldn't be as gentle as Motto had been. In fairness, Genevieve did not miss Motto's confusion. She sighed internally. He had been unaware of that woman's intentions.<span style="font-style: italic">He had been babbling! </span>Genevieve couldn't get over the fact. Babbling! Like some village boy having his first romp in the hay.<br/><br/>At the King's request of Hector, Genevieve removed her arm from him. She gave a pointed look to Setaphina, as if to show her how to remove one's arm from a man properly and without delay. The woman's lip merely twitched. Setaphina thought she had won whatever this was..and Genevieve did not like that. In fact, she frowned at the woman's back until Motto drew her attention back to him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I can carry you..er-hold you..carry you..to..your chambers now.”</span><br/><br/>Genevieve simply looked up at Motto for a moment. She couldn't decide if it was confusion or guilt she interpreted in his eyes. "I can walk, thank you." She slipped her arm around his, but it was not the familiar way she had come to doing it. She was almost rigidly formal with it. Her mind kept going over what she had seen. Did she need to worry about this... Setaphina? If it came down to it, would Genevieve fight for Motto's affections? Did she have a choice? Genevieve's grip tightened. She was no longer a maiden..<br/><br/>"Motto." Genevieve paused. She searched his eyes, her own tapered up in worry. "What...happened back there?" Her free hand held onto his, the one her arm was wrapped around. "Why were you<span style="font-style: italic">alone</span>with her?" Genevieve was trying very hard not to get angry with him. He deserved a chance to explain. Her face darkened just a bit. "Who is she?"