What was it in the blood of this family that made them so captivatingly terrifying? Felicity was given no choice but to gaze upon the Baron's daughter, and half-breed or no, there was a near ethereal beauty to her, made all the more stark by the threats she sowed.<br/><br/>Her lips began to move, to form an assent, but she realized even that might be enough to let the lady make good on that last promise, and she simply nodded, flooded by relief as the woman turned away, ignoring her. Her scalp ached a little bit where the woman had gripped her hair... but not nearly so much as did her heart when, as she turned and began to sink to her knees beside the puddle upon the floor, she caught sight of the source of a very human growl.<br/><br/>"....Owen..." she more mouthed than said his name, staring at him. She was at once heartened by his obvious anger, and frightened; he could get himself killed, acting that way here. It was by little more than Brom's whim that his life had been spared already.<br/><br/>So with hot tears pricking forth in her eyes, cresting to spill into the wine that she lowered herself on hands and knees to lap up, she let her gaze fall from her beloved, cheeks burning as she refused to look at him.