<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Library of Avonleigh [Sylria the Elf, Lillian Montague, Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee, Lady Kat]<br/><br/>Marie still wasn't satisfied with the manner of her the Lady, but she had no reason to impose more and risk insulting her... for now. She nodded to Lillian. "Tell them to make haste."<br/><br/>She sighed inwardly, her thoughts again returning to her sick father. He had spent so much time in the past few years confined to the estate, unable to venture forth and experience society at large as much as he used to. He couldn't ride or train with Marie, either, after his breathing took on its difficulties and made him weak. The Falkovnians would pay for all the hurt they would do.<br/><br/>"Until they can be dealt with, it would be safer for everyone to remain here..." she glanced between those in the room, lingering particularly on Dee, her words feeling more painful to herself than anyone else. "Thank you for your hospitality, Lillian."