<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>Well.. That was rude. It wasn't the first time Malcyn had been overlooked due to his age and appearance, but it never ceased to annoy him. He bit his tongue to hold back a scathing reply and merely send a dark look after the departing Captain. The guards blocking the entrance made it abundantly clear that Casimiro's staff neither wanted or needed his expertise, which struck him as somewhat odd. He'd have thought that Casimiro, or even this overbearing captain, would have welcomed a physician's opinion. The victim might be dead, but often information could be gleaned from the body.<br/><br/>In the end, it didn't matter. He was a guest in Casimiro's home and he wouldn't presume telling his host how to run his household. If they changed their minds, someone surely would sent for him. In the meantime, there was another matter that required his attention and he turned to the guard supporting the maid. "Someone should take her inside," he instructed. "If you cannot leave your post, Sir, I'll do it. She needs the rest." he also shot a pointed look at the crowd gathering around the doorway, eager for news, and he pursed his lips when looking back at the guard. It was only a matter of time before the guests would turn towards her for news and in her current state, the shock might give way to hysteria all too easily.<br/><br/>He held out an arm for the maid to tuck into, should the guard let her go. "Come," he said, his voice gentle. "Let's get you out of here. Can you show me the way to the kitchen?" It was the coziest place he could think of, and the simple task of giving him directions as they moved should distract her mind from the tragedy she'd just witnessed. It would only delay the inevitable, but there were better places to take care of a patient in shock than in the center of a crowded courtyard.