Evie had unfortunately seemed to bump straight into the lord of the house himself who looked at the crying girl and then to the hand before he would kneel down gently brushing her hair<strong>"Shh..."</strong>Lord Ambrose said gently trying to soothe her pain as he would rise up to his feet gently carrying the injured one away. He would be set back from dinner by this but he knew better then to let such a beautiful thing linger in such real agony. It was bad for business and the actions he took were what eventually earned him a servants loyalty and that was something that could not be bought. The cane was just tucked underneath his arm as he heads to the kitchen with her seeing some kind of ointment and something cold to chill her hand to a numbness to make the pain stop. And woe to the one who dared to punish a girl when she was in such a state for he had no tolerance for that. Even he had standards.<br/><br/>He had prior to this spent a long time with the Dutchess in the entrance hall and then in the study talking of business. The Lord of the House had a very firm position and balancing act to accomplish there and he would not stand there and suffer her tone as if she was in charge of his own house. It was he who gave her sanctuary and face and he would remind her of such and what it would mean if she overstepped herself. They would continue this celebration and she would endure it without complaint. Whether she wished to give ritual or ceremony it would not be until he wished it. For now he wished a bit of peace in his household and he would have it.