Lelian tried her best to listen to the explaination the "prince" gave her. Hollow words all of it. This bastard was like all the rest, except he was no longer part of their exclusive club. Feeling her hand going numb from the cut she gentle eased the pressure on that hand. Now with no pressure the blood flow became even more significant. Even in her anger she knew she had to get this fixed, pulling out a vulneary and applying it to the wound. While she was doing this she was listening to the conversation.<br/><br/>Two guards tried to disarm her but she swung the spear in their direction. They needed no other signal to stay the hell back from her. Feeling her chest cramp under the strain of acting to quickly. She buckled to one knee. "If you really mean what you say. Which I seriously doubt! Nobles and royals alike are all shallow of word and action unless it suits their needs." She tried to point the spear in Allisters direction but was unable to muster the stregnth. Even without the strain of her healing she had very little constitution or training for combat. Breathing deeply, tears still gliding down her face as her emotions just refused to subside. Here was the prince of the country that made hers suffer so. Unless he was able to prove what he meant, he will have another thing to add to his regrets. Lelian had no chance of defeating the prince. But she sure as hell would try.