Pale eyes had stopped their searching, choosing instead to focus on the sea of bodies that was thickening around Dox. And when she felt as if she would be overtaken, hands grabbed her. The movement of those hands disoriented the young woman. One minute she was standing upright, and the next the world had spun on its head. Reeling from the change in perspective, Dox didn't see her Escort's sword as it slashed at the six demons that had hidden among the the festive crowd: but in that heavy silence, where her labored breaths of air seemed far too loud, she saw the bodies fall to the ground, their blood dripping from her Escort's sword. Eyes widened as the man below her cleaned his sword with a quick movement before his feet began to take her away from the crowd.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wait a second...</span>Dox looked behind the pair at the stunned crowd, who's eyes were trained upon them. They were in as much disbelief as she was! And poor Parsifal didn't know what to do. Not until the Chief approached him and spoke to the bird like man. Not that Dox knew what was being said. An attempt on her part was made to understand just where her Escort was taking her, but it was so hard to think! The man's pace was quick, and despite his grip upon her, Dox bounced with every step he took, his -impressive- shoulder forcing its way into her stomach with every movement. Her hands braced against his back, hoping to stabilize herself, and fingers twisted within the silk for a better hold. "I can walk-" A particular step cut her words off with a forced grunt...and a glare to be had at the back of her Escort's head.<span style="font-style: italic">Surely</span>he had done that on purpose!<br/><br/>The familiarity of the hallway leading to Dox's room finally caught her attention. So, he was taking her to bed. Well...not<span style="font-style: italic">to bed</span>-why was she blushing?? Honestly!- Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of her door. It was heavy, but her Escort handled it easily enough and all the while carrying her. Dox's room was spacious. Furniture made of wood lined the walls, beds had been made up for both her Escort and Guide while large windows leading to a balcony stood open, allowing a cool breeze to blow through the warm night. When he came to a stop, Dox suspected the man would simply fling her atop her bed, ready to be rid of his burden, but his touch was gentle. The shifting of his shoulder was subtle, moving her so he could grasp her waist, respectfully, and guide her slide down his chest until she sat upon her bed. Shock was evident upon her face as wide eyes looked up at the burly man, who had crossed his arms before her. Was he guarding her from enemies on the outside? Or keeping her in her room? Honestly, Dox couldn't tell.<br/><br/>Almost awkwardly, the woman cleared her throat before bringing her legs up onto the bed and sliding back towards its center. She didn't stop there, however, and instead swung them over the side to her left. A raised brow was given for her Escort as he continued to stand there with his arms crossed. "..If I have to spend my only night of freedom locked in my room, I'd at least like to do so comfortably." Did he understand her? Or perhaps her savage brothers and sisters had no problem stripping down in front of each other. The thought brought a noticeable flush to her cheeks and shoulders. Dox was most decidedly<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>going to do that! "If you wouldn't mind giving me some privacy? ...Or at the very least, turn around."<br/><br/>Dox didn't mean to come off rude, but she wasn't exactly in very good spirits. Her first night of fun -in her entire life- had been ruined! Not only by demons, but both her Escort and their Guide had horrible manners. Manners she'd have to put up with<span style="font-style: italic">for the rest of her life</span>. Not to mention this brute had just slung her over his shoulder and carried her away from the festivities, like a helpless babe: as if she hadn't been training to defend herself her entire life. A lot of good it did her.<span style="font-style: italic">At least I'm not hungry...</span>It was a bitter thought. Dox was sarcastically trying to find the silver lining to her situation. There was none.<br/><br/>Having made her request to the silent mountain of muscle at the foot of her bed, Dox expected him to listen, and so she went about changing. Thankfully, the wardrobe that held her night clothes were just across the way. Her room was lit by lamp light. Kerosene lamps burning their oils in placeholders along her walls, illuminating the room in a warm glow. Thankfully, there was a darkened corner near her bed. Wood scraped against wood as Dox opened a drawer and pulled out a simple pair of harem pants and a silken shirt. The nights were warm this time of year, so she didn't need for anything heavy. A single glance was given for the man before Dox shoved herself into that darkened corner, the only indicator of her movement being the sound of silk sliding along her skin as she removed her clothes and replaced them with the white linen.<br/><br/>"So, what do I call you? Brute? Savage?" Her voice called from the dark, briefly muffled from the cloth of her shirt coming over her head. "Since you've yet to give me your name." Bare feet patted along the stone of her room as the woman came to stand before her Escort, taking on his intimidating pose and trying to gather every meager inch she had to make herself seem taller. Her ceremonial gown had been discarded haphazardly upon a stool. "You know mine, after all. I can't go calling you Escort the next few months, can I?"