Mereavus sighed slightly at the question, and briefly glanced towards the rest of the room. She wasn't about to say anything too loud - any chink in the armour would set off more panic in the court and country if they heard anyone was too ruffled.<br/><br/>"'Worried' would be putting it extremely mildly," she answered, still maintaining the quiet voice. "I should've been with her." Not that she could've done much. Not that she hadn't been with her, in one form or another. But if there was one thing Mereavus was skilled at, it was lying. That expression could shift with any emotion she wanted put into play. Remorse and worry would do it for now.<br/><br/>When the Captain took the helmet off, she returned to gazing at the rest of the room. "I would suggest keeping it off," she murmured. "His Majesty is in a foul mood this morning. He may just go easier on you if he can see how much you've exhausted yourself looking."<br/><br/>May, but she didn't count on it. Much like she didn't count on any exhaustive search finding anything. They'd done their job well - it was a shame they had to die, but really...<br/><br/>One must always clean up behind one's self.