Owen was shaking, not quite mad or insane enough to attack Brom but enraged at the abuse and humiliation being laid upon her.<br/><br/>The sword drifted back up, dragging the tip over her skin and then lifting away.  "Be quick about it, and I will have either an apology or satisfaction."  The last was aimed as much at Owen as her.<br/><br/>Then he moved to allow her to go to the guardsman, and Owen took a step closer, lifting his hand and gazing into her eyes.  "Oh my dear sweet Felicity..." he said mournfully.