When he grasped her chin, Felicity hazed up at him, searching his eyes and expression desperately for any sign of what was to come; the air was thick with the tension of waiting, the girl having no idea what passed through the mind behind his eyes. But that potential was deflated as another woman entered, her words seeming to push something dark and unknown back away from the Baron's gaze.<br/><br/>Her own eyes flicked toward the newcomer, before going still, one eye sliding closed as his thin, bony finger traced a mimicry of the swerving scar down over her own face. Was there even an eye behind that rich patch of velvet? What cruelty had been done to her, to leave so raw and horrible a mark upon a visage of otherwise undeniable cold beauty?<br/><br/>And finally, thankfully, she was dismissed from his chamber. Relief flooding her stomach, she bent hear head, murmuring, "Thank you, my lord" before rising, picking up her own bowls and then his own, to carry to the cart the maid had brought in. She lingered just a moment, thinking longingly of her clothing - but the sight of that scar was fresh in her mind, and her back still burned with the network of welts.<br/><br/>Felicity wheeled the cart out the broad doors of his room without looking back, turning aside at random down the hallway... and walking slow, glancing around as she walked by doors to see if there were any obvious servants that she could ask to direct her to the kitchens.