<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu,</strong>kitchens and then the front hall.<br/><br/>Emerging again from the dark storeroom, Kat looked around to see if the serving girl was still here - she adjusted her sore arm and put some effort into her smile, hiding her annoyance and frustration. Behind her, her maid Marie supported Lady Justine.<br/><br/>"You, girl, help my maid bring Lady Justine to her bed," Kat tried for a sweet voice, and turned the strained smile on the girl. "And then fetch someone who knows a little doctoring - the poor lady has, I fear, succumbed to a spider-bite on our explorations."<br/><br/>Kat herself considered following, but that would doubtless be dreary - and it would be far more interesting to find the rest of the guests and try to make the most of what remained of the day. Doubtless some scandal would attach to her and Justine's absence together, and the other's following incapacitation; there might be fun in playing to that. Muttering under her breath, she exerted her will again, passing her hands over her clothes and leaving them clean of the cellar's dust and cobwebs, before leaving the room and searching for her fellows to spread the joy of her presence amongst them again. As she entered the front hall, she thought she might hear voices from outside the house, and went forward to see who it might be.