"My thanks," Lucille murmured - Quirking a slim eyebrow. So he was still asleep...? Probably drunk too, if she had to guess...But she could hardly blame the man! He'd been through a distinctly traumatic experience, after all.<br/><br/>The stairs creaked as she descended - Her heels clicking lightly against the wooden steps, the light dimming as her eyes adjusted to the semi-gloom; Canting her head to the side, looking around the basement with distinct interest-! It looked...Well, fairly livable, actually. Cool, not too damp - Though whoever had been living here had *hardly* been cleaning up after himself-!<br/><br/>The man on the cot...That was definitely Yinil. The lady knight's slim shoulders lifted in a little shrug, allowing herself a slight smile as her gaze came to rest on the empty wine bottles - Drowning his sorrows, just like she'd guessed~! Unfortunately for him, she couldn't just leave him to dream of happier times...<br/><br/>The lovely brunette's hips rolled, smoothly - Her lissome legs carrying her across the room, with a dancer's grace; midnight hair framing her lovely features-! "John?" she inquired, her husky voice echoing from the walls - A *creak* coming from the bed, as she raised her voice. "Yinil?"<br/><br/>This time, the lady knight nudged the cot with a boot - Hard enough to make it creak~! She leaned forward, bending from the waist; A quizzical expression on her lovely features! If it was<em>her</em>family that'd been taken, she'd have been out there looking for them - damn the odds - but then, she could hardly expect a farmer to have a chance against a horde of orcs~! A little sigh thrummed from her silky throat, a hand perching on a curvy hip - And Lucille brought her steel-shod heel down, with a *clack* of stone-on-metal that sounded like a rifle shot...Something her old trainer had done to wake the knight-trainees up *every* morning-!<br/><br/>Fortunately for Yinil, though - He was about to wake up to the sight of a voluptuous blonde leaning over him, her lovely features oh-so-carefully composed...Though not without a flicker of interest in her deep blue eyes! The lady knight's blue-and-white surplice clung to her supple curves, alluringly damp from her morning bath - her polished steel breastplate not *quite* concealing the way her full bosom pressed up against the gleaming metal, as slim fingers rose to brush her midnight hair back from her cheeks~!<br/><br/>"My apologies for waking you," she offered, by way of greeting - Her coltish legs crossing with a smooth scrape, as she drew herself to her full height-! "I am Lady Lucille, of the Radiant Order..." And her lips quirked in a slight smile, wry yet soothing at once!<br/><br/>"- And I'm going to help you get your family back."