One hand remained on her neck as she swallowed, trying to find her voice. She reached out to touch him, hand shaking. From the cut on his forehead to the burns on his shoulders, she just stared in surprise. "You're... The gods bless you, why didn't you yell when you saw him? My father would have been able to do something at the very least before I got up here."<br/><br/>Feeling the swell of anger again, she stood and left the room to ask a passing server to fetch the doctor. Again. Taking a moment to collect herself, she walked back in and shook her head. "I'm fine. You... You cannot do this. You'll end up dead." She let her hand drop from her throat, ignoring the pain - and the symbol that remained, glowing against her white skin in injured red. "Then we have no hope!"