Frank slowly untangled himself from the wreck of the table and his chair and muttered under his breath before he looked at her.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"i think I'm-no, not I'm not, ow."</span>he scooted back using his hands and there was a shard of table stabbed into his left thigh and he winced. "<span style="color: #4dffa6">Priest- yep, need your help."</span>Inaara walked in, probably having sensed his injury as she knelt down to check the wound, utterly ignoring everyone else. Ashia snarled under her breath and tightened her grip on Nail.<span style="color: #404040">"lower your voice before you upset Anna and i dislocate your arms."</span>she released Nail slowly with a growl of warning as Inaara looked up at them.<span style="color: #404040">"i do not know any of you enough to play favorites so calm down before you upset the woman i am sworn to protect."</span>speaking of Anna she was now peeking around the door and obviously trembling in fear if anyone actually noticed her. in the mean time Inaara had yanked the wood out of Frank and was healing him.<span style="color: #a64dff">"i will get to your face in a moment Emily." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>