La'cael'rah, tagging The Queen, M'gul, and Callisto<br/><br/>He remained firmly affixed to the ceiling, huddled up into this small, unmoving, flesh-shaped mass. Almost like he was half-way into the fetal position. And he would have stayed like that, too, if not for the fact that right below him, horrible things were happening.<br/><br/>That Satyr-esque bull-headed-thing was being obstinate; not that the Brownie could blame him. Seemed like he was an unwilling captive, too! Maybe the Brownie could hitch a ride out of here on the bull-man's back. Maybe tidy his den for the trouble.<br/><br/>But, such thoughts fled his mind when he saw the Queen do that, and he winced, and made the most pitiable of pained sounds, because even if it wasn't happening to him, it was... empathy, of a sort.  Just about any man of any race would cringe when they saw another mans testicles injured.<br/><br/>This pushed him to move away, still clinging to the ceiling, wings barely twitching with the movement as he drew closer to the human-looking woman. He was filled with a racial disquiet, which all Brownies felt towards humans, but close to her seemed like a very safe spot right now.<br/><br/>He even goes so far as to get down from the ceiling, creeping along the wall, and settling down onto the filthy--absolutely detestably filthy!--floor behind her, all curled up and looking so amazingly sweet and cute and pitiable. And... vulnerable. So innocent, like an unspoiled, uncorrupted, chaste youth, despite what he has already gone through with the Queen.