Layla squealed with fright when she ran into someone, sure that it was a guard sent after her for messing everything up. She was being ridiculous; no way did the guards know what just happened with Aisha…  Whoever she had ran into was solid.  Lifting her tear-filled eyes she saw that it was Tarkus, though he seemed quite quiet and pensive, at least to her perception. Why did his cheeks flush so? Was he angry with her still?<br/><br/>Swallowing nervously, she wiped away her tears and shook her head, not sure of what to say. Where was she going?  "I-I don't really know, Master," she said with a quaking tone that was entirely insecure and weak.  When his hand raised she flinched despite Aisha's promises that he wouldn’t strike her. "I… I was, Master." Until all of two seconds prior, she had been.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know that I was ruining a ritual, I didn't know that I had done anything wrong.  I shouldn't have stopped it but she was hurting and after what just went on I wish that I hadn't. I hoped that she would be more accepting of me if I offered her what would come at your will later on eventually and I don't want her to hate me." All of that, while written coherently, came out in one big non-stop word without so much as a breath for punctuation. She dropped to her knees and pressed her face against his thigh, arms wrapped tightly around his legs.  "Please don't send me back! I'm sorry! I'll do anything that you ask." That too was almost incoherent.<br/>