Even as the Queen had drained so much energy from him, and he lay in the after math on the bed, recuperating, his fae physiology was hard at work fixing itself.  Most Fae, despite their delicate appearance, were imbued with far more stamina than any human could ever hope to have. It should not be surprising that the humble, hard workers that they are, that Brownie's have a robust constitution, even amongst the Fae; not just physically, either, but spiritually as well, considering they belonged as much to the world of flesh as to the world of spirits.<br/><br/>So it was that a few moments after the Queen had stepped on through that 'Cael would look around, and see the open portal, and the absolute destruction within. For a moment, the Queen might feel as if the Fae's heart had entirely stopped beating, and for a single second, it might very well have happened.<br/><br/>See, humans, their fears are simple. Someone chases them with a giant axe while covered in blood and shouting, they get scared. The mess in that room? That is absolutely horrifying for a Brownie. Their are literally no words, amongst demons, humans, or even the Fair Folk themselves, which could adequately describe the palpable wave of fear that gripped him as he beheld the wholesale destruction of what he could see, in his mind's eye,  was a very beautiful room.<br/><br/>It was so bad, it made him want to find whatever did it, and.. and... do something, like, throw a rock through their window. And not clean up the mess!  Which is pretty much about as aggressive as the docile Brownie's get. Violence was all but antithetical to their nature, so when they were sufficiently motivated to feel angry, their ability to lash out was passive aggressive at its worst.<br/><br/>He follows through the portal after the Queen, whom, for some reason, which he can not explain to himself, made him feel comfortable,  and follows along, practically at her heels. She could likely feel him and hear him wincing in actual, physical pain from the mess, it was that shocking to his nature.<br/><br/>Goodness, he wouldn't even be sure where to begin in the cleaning up department, and that's saying something right there. That in itself is testament to how bad it was. It is also why he is so happy when the Queen draws his attention back to her with a task that seemed absolutely simple and would spare him the anxiety of the messy room.<br/><br/>He disappears through the new portal that is made, and, as he sees the intended recipient is perhaps sleeping, he so very carefully, gingerly plants the scroll upon her lap. His touch was so light as to be ethereal, and neither his foot steps, nor even his breathing would be audible; though, perhaps, the vampire could smell the sweetness of the magic infused blood running through his veins. He smelled like flowers, bountiful fruits, and rich wines.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his tendencies of domestic servitude and propensity for noticing even the most minute of details drives him to ever so carefully straighten out the various rugs and furniture in her room, with nothing less than absolute silence; when it came to house work, Brownie's had perfected the art of stealth. Even small dust particles find themselves zapped away, and stains scoured from existence.  Normally, he would not clean a strangers room like this, but it was a sort of coping mechanism for him, given the previous mess he had been exposed to. The little touch ups made him feel better.