Rika blinked and watched him circling her. Blinking and blushed as he hugged her. Hugging him back and smiled a bit. Relaxing as she saw he wasn't upset. "Okay. Be safe Alecs." She said with a warm smile. Her cheeks flushing a deeper red as he spoke. Shyly watching after him. Why did he have to go and say that? Now she felt like she was still a special friend in this form. It made her feel shy to hear her good looking friend say that. Going out into the front garden a bit of ways from in front of the house. Her butler standing by her side. She knelt down and looked for the right flower. "Aha! There you are. The patch I need." She said. Singing softly as she began to pick flowers. Weaving the flowers together in careful intricate patterns and using ancient magic to fuse them together. "I'll make him a protection charm." She said with a thoughtful smile.<br/><br/>She frowned when she heard the butler address Lord Marek Hokasu. Standing up and turned to face him. "Go away!" She said. Hearing him tell her what didn't you miss me? "No. I never miss you. Go away." The butler stepped into the way to try to protect her when Marek went to grab her. She backed up behind her butler. "I have no interest in you. So just...just go away." She said. Barnabus speaking. "You heard Lady Rika. Your presence here is unw---" he coughed and doubled over as a specialized pressure point weapon stabbed into his side. Rika gasped as Marek shoved Barnabus to the ground. Backing away from him but when he kept advancing she turned to run. Getting grabbed quickly by the wrist. "No let me go." She heard him say some things. "No! I have no interest in you or your lands. I hate you! Let me go!" She cried out softly.<br/><br/>Pulling trying to get away from him. Hearing him tell her she was going to listen and come with him. "No. I'm not." She cried out a bit as his hold tighten on her. "Let me go Marek." She shook her head to something else he said. Shaking a bit as he intimidated her. She tried to break his hold like she knew how to do. Twisting her wrist and pulling it against his thumb. No good. His hold too bruisingly tight. Finally she managed to twist her wrist and pull at the right angle. Stumbling backwards from the force of the pull.