Katrina was still what people would consider a new witch and she was still learning things, but the protections on the pub were put in place a long time ago and she was taught how to maintain them.  She was strong, but not very strong and even though Alexander was still healing his grip was tight.<br/><br/>"My Lord you are protected here, I will protect you."  Katrina was trying to keep the tears at bay as his grip got tighter, "Please my Lord you are hurting me."<br/><br/>Katrina knew that she could not pull away from him, but she was trying to be a good host.  "My Lord you are here because this is where you are needed the most.  Do you think I would let the council or a hunter hurt you?  They need you here."<br/><br/>Katrina was still trying to hold back the tears that were fighting to shed.  She knew that her arm would bruise and if he continued to grip like this is would break.  Bruises she could heal, but broken bones took longer.