Caldar continued walking until he reached the stairs, finally placing her down<span style="font-style: italic">somewhat</span>gently at the top. He would keep an arm round her waist until she found her bearings. Once she had, he would move his arm away swiftly as if she were on fire. His expression stayed the same, a light scowl as he looked her up and down.<br/><br/>He hovered for a moment, holding her gaze before turning around in one clunky movement and striding back to his room. Once he was inside, he grabbed his towel and change of clothes before moving to the bathroom. The tub was already full, though the water was lukewarm at this point - not that it really bothered the Prince, he was used to it by now.<br/><br/>He laid back, leaning his head against the edge of the tub and closing his eyes. He still felt so frustrated, so angry. He hoped Esther would know not to disagree with him again and that she'd let the issue with his injury go. He'd had injuries before and they'd always healed up just fine, this one would be the same. He looked down at it, it was stinging whilst in contact with the water. The pain grew until it was nearing unbearable - which cut his time in the bath short.<br/><br/>He'd managed to get most of the grit and blood off his skin anyway. Once he was dry he wrapped a bandage haphazardly round his wound before dressing himself in the formal wear. The colour was a royal blue, the crest of the Ahlstrom family embroidered on his right sleeve.