#apologies for my unneeded yapping

[nox-in-a-box]

Odd how they have an episode about Sofia being so busy as a princess, but then seem to not address it when she becomes even more busy with all these other things! This different approach would also be a good lesson for the children watching the show (since this is aimed at kids after all), especially ones who have high expectations of themselves (or have had those high expectations placed on themselves by others) that you don't have to take on every burden on your own, because Sofia clearly thinks that she must do that!

I didn't like that she became a Protector in the finale. I was okay with her being a trainee, but being the sole Protector of a whole realm at the age of eleven is too much.

Does Sofia have too much on her plate and is she putting too much pressure on herself ?

I apologise in advice for this post being so long. I tried to make it as short as possible while still getting my points across but this was the best I could do. On with the post :)

I think a common complaint about the show is that Sofia has been given too much responsibility for someone of her age. If she was older I don’t think fans would complain so much but because she’s the age that she is , people consider this a little bit too much for a kid to handle all at once.

Between the ages of 8 to 11 , her three main occupations have been her being a Princess , a story keeper and a Protector. 

Other occupations she has had are her being a buttercup scout , a member of a the Merry band of helping hands , a flying derby racer for Royal Prep , Cedric’s apprentice and a member of the princess adventure club. 

All these occupations fit Sofia’s character quite well but because of her role as a princess, a story keeper and a protector, it’s surprising how Sofia is able to do all these things without feeling burned out or frustrated with all that she has to do. She has however put a lot of pressure on herself to be the best that she can be and has kept her role as a story keeper and a protector a secret. This is what I want to talk about :)

I believe the reason why Sofia has kept these two occupations a secret is because she has put too much pressure upon herself. But I also believe its because she’s being too protective.  

Protectiveness

The secret of Avalor -When Sofia is sent to Avalor by the secret library to free Elena, Amber asks Sofia why she won’t tell them the reason they need to hide. Sofia however responds back by saying “Its for your own good, trust me”. Later though , Sofia’s family end up being captured and Sofia hopes there all okay in her absence. 

Later , their all freed and Miranda tells Sofia that she should have told them what was going on. Sofia responds back with “I know, I just wanted to keep you all out of trouble”.  

This shows that Sofia just wanted to keep her family safe and out of the situation as much as possible.

Even though Sofia has kept her family out of the storybook missions before this one, I believe the events that took place in Avalor made Sofia believe even more that she shouldn’t let her family get involved.

Tale of the Eternal torch - When Sofia finds out that James was in the trunk of her carriage to the Blazing Palisades without her knowing , she was not too happy by the fact that he tagged along.

And when James says he will be a big help , Sofia doesn’t respond to this and just looks worried.

A few moment later , James and Sofia spot the sea monsters and while James is enthused by this , Sofia is more focused on how dangerous this all might be.

James - “Dragons and sea monsters , oh this is getting better by the minute.”

Sofia - “And more dangerous. I have to warn the dragons about the sea monsters”

James again offers to help but Sofia sighs and reluctantly tells him – “I guess it’s too late to take you back now”. 

The mystic isles – When Amber discovers the secret library , Sofia is pretty persistent on her going back but Amber puts her foot down and goes with Sofia to the library anyway. After the library tells them that Sofia needs to go to the Mystic isles , Amber wants to come along too but one of the reasons Sofia gives Amber not to go Is that it could be dangerous. 

Sofia obviously doesn’t like getting her family involved in storybook missions due to how dangerous they may be but even as a protector , she chooses not to tell them about the wicked nine or how she is now the protector of the ever realm because she is still being protective. Again, Sofia doesn’t want the people she cares about to get involved.

In Cedric we trust – After they all encounter shots of lighting from Prisma and Cedric risks his own safety for Sofia , Cedric asks both Roland and Sofia who that woman was but instead of confessing all that she knows about Prisma , she keeps quiet and looks happy when Roland confesses he doesn’t know who she is and leaves it at that. She then later privately speaks to the protectors without them knowing. 

Even though Sofia learned that its sometimes best to let the people you care about aware of what’s really going on so they don’t get into even more danger in the episode “The secret of Avalor”  , Sofia’s protectiveness over her family and friends is still keeping her from getting them involved in her missions.

Too much pressure upon herself

While I have no problem with any of the occupations that Sofia has had , it is a bit concerning that Sofia puts so much pressure upon herself and doesn’t let others know what she is going through. What makes things more difficult for Sofia is that her three main occupations of being a princess , a storykeeper and a Protector , have all been things that have been placed upon her.

She never wanted to be a princess but because of her sudden change of lifestyle she knew she had to try her best to adapt to this new lifestyle weather she liked it or not.

As story keeper , it was something Tilly asked her to be just like Orion asked Sofia to be a protector. That’s not to say that Sofia didn’t agree to be either of these things, but it wasn’t like they were future careers she had been longing to have. She accepted these occupations more so out of the goodness of her heart and because she wanted to help people.

But by her accepting all these reasonability’s in a short time frame, she’s only been putting more and more pressure upon herself.

Princess

When Miranda married King Roland , Sofia became a princess and there wasn’t anything she could really do about it. Once she got to the castle , Sofia didn’t feel ready to be a princess , she thought it was all too much and as time went on she felt like being a princess was really hard. The only thing Miranda could really do in the situation was advise her to just do her best and tell her that it’s not her problem if stuffy dukes and duchesses don’t think what she does is good enough. Miranda even tries to give Sofia something she’s familiar with by inviting Ruby and Jade over to cheer her up.

And even though things worked out as well as they could for Sofia by the end of the movie , its shown in the episode “Moms the word” that she still misses her old life in the village where it was just her and her mum and that in the episode “The princess test”, Sofia still sometimes felt like she wasn’t a proper princess and that she had to keep on proving that she belonged because she wasn’t born into royalty.

Sofia : “A proper princess would have done the polite thing and let you go first”

Higgins : “Oh don’t be silly , you are a proper princess”

Sofia : “Not really. At least , I don’t always feel that way”

Higgins : “Why what do you mean ?”

Sofia : “I wasn’t born a princess. And sometimes I feel like I have to keep proving I belong”

Even though season one primarily demonstrates Sofia’s need to fit in as a princess more than the other seasons, in season 3 she still states that she’s still getting used to being one , showing deep down she still needs adjusting. Which is fair enough as when Sofia first became a princess , she had a lot of changes she needed to adjust to such as moving house , becoming apart of a new family , going to a new school ,making new friends , living in a higher society and taken on the responsibilities of a princess.

But as far as I’m aware , I believe the reason Sofia felt like she didn’t belong with royalty was more so out of her own insecurities. Apart from Amber in the episode Once upon a princess where she didn’t want Sofia around for insecure reasons , no one has discriminated Sofia for being born in the village and not having royal blood.

Story keeper

When Tilly says it’s up to Sofia to save Mazzimo and help him get to Wildwing Valley , Sofia isn’t sure if she can do it. Tilly understands that being story keeper isn’t easy but tries to reassure Sofia that she can do it while stating its more about if she will do it than if she can do it.

Sofia : “I’m not sure I can do this”

Tilly :  “I know , being storybook keepr is not easy” But you can do it Sofia , or you wouldn’t be here. So the real question isn’t can you do it , its will you do it ?

Sofia thinks it over a little but ultimately decides that she will do it. Tilly however can still sense that Sofia isn’t confident in herself to do it all by herself so she decides to tag along this one time to help her get started. 

During the mission , Mazzimo and Minimus get captured by Prince Roderick and they lose Tilly’s bag. Sofia tries to find it but soon tells her self that she’s no story book keeper, making it clear to the audience that she doesn’t think she’s good enough to be one.

Sofia : “ Oh I can’t do this, I cant do any of this. I’m no story keeper”

Merida then gets summoned by the amulet to tell Sofia that she can save them herself but Sofia confesses that she’s still getting used to being a princess and that if she can’t even finish this story then there’s no chance she can finish the rest in the library.

Merida : “What you need can only be found with in you”

Sofia : “What’s that ? ”

Merida : “The belief that you can save them yourself”

Sofia : “That’s just it. I’m still getting used to being a princess, how am I supposed to finish all those stories in the library if I cant even finish this one”  

At this point in the series Sofia doubts that she’s even good enough for the job and thinks she isn’t ready to take on the responsibility. Being asked to be the story keeper might have been a bit too much for Sofia to handle at this stage in her life. Which is pretty understandable considering her age and what pressure she has already put herself through as a princess.

When Tilly became Story keeper , she was older than sixteen whereas Sofia was given the job as a child. 

It doesn’t really seem fair on Sofia that Tilly was much older than she was when starting out but at the end of the day Sofia chooses to carry on being the story keeper and decides to keep it a secret from her family.

Protector

So far Sofia has the responsibilities of being a princess and a story keeper but now that she has excepted the occupation of a protector, that’s even more responsibility that Sofia has to deal with. 

The fact that the protectors ask a 11 year old to protect the entire Ever realm is quite absurd considering their all adults and they have a number of protectors protecting the Mystic isles but if Sofia is already putting pressure on herself to be a good princess and a good story keeper , deep down Sofia is probably putting pressure on herself to be a good protector too. Being a protector is something she takes very seriously and the fact that she’s the first non-magical creature to become a protector will only fuel Sofia’s self-pressure even more.  

But why is Sofia putting all this pressure upon herself ? Well , as a character Craig describes Sofia as a striver , someone who is worried about doing a great job and someone who wonders if their good enough. 

But Sofia also tends to want to please others and to fit in. These reasons would certainly explain why she puts so much pressure on herself to be a good princess but what are the reasons behind her putting so much pressure on herself as a story keeper.

I think its because of the fact that Sofia has been led to believe that she is the only one who is capable of saving the day and that there is some unknown reason as to why the amulet has chosen her rather than anyone else.

Tilly makes out that being the story keeper is Sofia’s destiny and that because the amulet led Sofia to the library , that’s why she had been chosen.

And while Merida gave Sofia good advice , Sofia might have gotten the wrong end of the stick when Merida told her “The belief that you can save them yourself” as Sofia might have interpreted this as that she has to do it herself.  This in turn makes Sofia sing the words “I’m the one that has to save the day” after she had been motivated to carry on being the story keeper. 

Sofia believing there is an unknown reason as to why the amulet chose her to have this role is later explored In the episode the Mystic isles where she is tells Amber that she isn’t sure why the amulet chose her.

Sofia – “Somehow my amulet decided that I was to become the story keeper, now it’s my job to make sure the stories in the secret library get a happy ending.”

Amber – “So your amulet glows and leads you here to this secret library which is filled with stories that you need to finish”

Sofia – “I don’t know why , it just happened”

She then later shoots down Amber’s request to go with her by saying she’s the story book keeper and not Amber.

Sofia - “Amber you cant go with me”

Amber – “Why not”

Sofia – “Because I’m the story keeper , not you” 

This shows that Sofia has really accepted the idea that this is her destiny and that this role of hers is something that she should bear the responsibility with herself and not put on other’s.

So all in all , Sofia puts too much on her shoulders , puts too much pressure upon herself and needs to be less secretive.

I believe her role as story keeper and a protector will be relieved in the final “Forever Royal” but if there was one person that could show Sofia the error of her ways and can relate to Sofia’s ordeal the most , it would be Cedric. Hear me out :)

Before the incident Cedric felt pressure to be a great sorcerer like his father and after the incident , everyone put a lot of pressure on him to be something great. Like Sofia , Cedric has felt pressure to be the best at what he is meant to be from an early age and has put pressure on himself to prove people wrong. 

Cedric is also a tad secretive like Sofia as he didn’t express enough what he was going through emotionally and kept his intention on taking over the kingdom a secret but once all was revealed , things have been getting better and better for him thanks to Sofia’s help.

Keeping this in mind Cedric could ultimately be the one to show Sofia that its not good to put so much pressure on yourself and that it will benefit her much more if she is more honest and less secretive about what she is up too :) 

But those are just my thoughts. What do you guys think about how many roles Sofia has had or how much pressure she has been under :)

[camille-clair]

The Kiss

[Music]

Cami clutched the letters and began pacing her room, chewing on her thumb nail when days continued to go by without his word, her mind and heart refusing to accept any reality without him as she tried to reason with herself what possible reason there could be he didn't reply. "Maybe he broke his arm and can't write. Maybe his ship got delayed." She continues rambling to herself.

Just then a knocking came upon her door.

She quickly rushes to the door, throwing it open in expectation.

Upon the other side of the door stood a man in fine clothing. In his gloved hand he held a letter. In his other was the reigns of his steed. Somewhere upon both their person's bore the crest of Holt. His Amber eye'd gaze was solemn. "Are you miss cami?"

Cami's eyes widen and she wordlessly nods. Oh no.

The man bows his head respectfully moments before he offers out the letter,  "By the request of Lord Holt I am to give you this...." He paused a moment so that she could take the letter from him. In the letter were simple instructions and directions on how to get to Bryton's home in Whiteriver Pines, which was located somewhere in the mountains north east of Stormwind. It would be a few hours ride, but nothing too bad. "...if  you choose to go there is a Dapple Grey Mare saddled and waiting in the local stables for you."

She blinks then let's out a relieved sigh, "Alright. May I head there now?"

"Of course. Have a pleasant journey, Miss." With that he turned to mount up and be on his way.

She moves to gather a few things before heading to find the mare.

The mare was munching away at some oats while being brushed by the stablehand.

"Good evening. I'm here to pick up this mare." She offers a smile to the stablehand.

The stablehand stopped for a moment and looked to her, "Whos'ya be askin t' use this horse?" The man asks.

"My name is Camille Clair, a Messenger came by telling me this mare would be waiting to take me to Lord Holt." She keeps a calm expression.

"I don't remember bein told who wus t' use 'is horse, bu' theys did say someone wus comin. Suppose ya'd be tha person since yer the only one who be askin." He then stood, placing the brush upon the side of the stall. "If ya given me a moment or two I c'n 'ave her ready fer ya' m'lady.

"Of course." She bows her head and waits.

The stablehand got to work grabbing the bridal, the saddle and stirrups--each item was very intricate with designs of House Holt. He took no time at all to secure the gear to the mare's body before offering the reigns to Cami, "'ere ya' go, M'lady."

"Thank you." She takes the reigns before moving to lead the mare out of the stable before mounting her, she then looks at the mare and tries to solve if the horse was gonna take her or if she should know where to go.

The mare's ears flicked back toward the woman as if waiting for a command. Her tail swayed slowly in the warm breeze of the day.

"Uh.. Let's go?" She furrows her brows.The horse didn't budge. She merely turned her head to the side to look at Cami.

Cami stares at her in confusion, "To Lord Holt." She wasn't sure what the horse expected her to say.

The horse whinnies, kneading its hoof against the gravel. It took off at a brisk trot, taking her out of the city of Stormwind and into the forest of Elwynn. It was a pleasant, bright sunny day after all. A ride would be perfect at this point.

She relaxes on the horse, looking round to try and memorize the route.

Trees...trees.... trees... More trees. Nothing too exciting. Only a few hours later when they arrived in Goldshire would the horse come to a halt at a nearby water trough and drink.

She pauses to stroke the horse's neck, letting it drink for the time being.

The town was bustling with its daily activities. Vendors were selling food, the Smiths were building and repairing weapons and armor...and the drunks were drunk at the inn. The mare's ears flicked about as she listened and watched. Only when her thirst was quenched would she begin to move..not in the proper direction, no, but toward a young farmer's wife who was selling fruits and other food assortments.

Cami snickers, slipping off the horses back and moves to buy a carrot and an apple, then once money is exchanged, she offers the two to the horse to let it pick what it wanted to eat.

The mare bobbed its head between both offered items, seeming unsure of which she should take. After a moment or two she lifts her head a bit and chomps down on the carrot.

She pockets the apple for later, letting the horse munch on the carrot before getting back on her.

When she was safely mounted, the mare returned to her original path carrying her through Goldshire and back onto the path into the forest.

She strokes her mane as the horse rides.

The mare's left ear flicks back toward her but she kept steady on down the road. Some time later they passed just near the entrance to Northshire. There was a steep incline which was nearly hidden by the trees and overgrown brush. She navigates around it with ease and continues on upward. Eventually the steep incline levels out, once they were higher up in the mountianous region of Elwynn, so the journey became easier. As more hours pass Cami would see all sorts of wildlife, massive trees, and a huge flowing river. The horse chose to follow that river the rest of the journey. Soon enough a large cabin surrounded by a massive metal gate and walls. A guard stood to the left and right of said gates. She would be able to hear the barking of several dogs on the otherside.

Cami stares and marvels at the surrounding foilage and wildlife but then as they drew close, she looks at the gates, wondering to herself if this was his families home.

One of the guardsmen steps in front, "Halt, M'lady. What is your business with Lord Holt?" He would ask.

"I was summoned here to see him." She spoke confidently.

The man canted his head, eyeing her then the mare. Recognition for the beast ran through his mind, "I see, well. Please, M'lady, carry on about your business." He bows his head then and turns to open the gate to allow the mare and cami through. Once inside the gate would close behind them. The barking of dogs grew louder as they neared the stables. Several stablehands rushed out to greet her and help her off of the mare, whom they would then bring into the stables to rest. | A servant arrives almost immediately followed by ten to twelve hunting dogs. They barked and yapped and sniffed at the woman, not once would they ever consider harming her without their master's order. The servant, however, was apologetic for the dogs' behavior and ushered her inside to where it was much quieter.

Camille follows the servant inside after standing still for the dogs to sniff her. "Is everything alright?"

"Lord Holt has been restricted to bedrest since he returned from battle." The servant explains. "If you will wait here, I will see if he is awake and well enough to speak."

She stands and nods, sighing with relief that it was just bedrest and not anything grievous.

The servant returns after a few minutes. "He I awake and very eager to see you. His room is just up the stairs and to the left."

Camille nods, quickly heading up the stairs to check on him. She pauses outside his door before knocking, "Bryton? Are you decent?" She jokes before slowly opening the door, bracing herself for what she may see.

Bryton was laying half propped up on a few pillows. The room was dark, aside what light filtered through his window. He sat up more properly when cami came into the room, although he grunted a bit from the pain of moving. "Depends on what you mean by decent." He sounded tired even as he tried to joke, "Hey there pretty lady...been some time..." He adds soon after.

She walks over to his side, "How are You? I've been worried." She reaches to gingerly cup his cheek.

"Mm, I'll be fine after a few days of rest. Still so very sore." Bryton replies. His face had several scrapes and cuts, all healing so it did not look too bad.

"I'm glad you're okay." She smiles, "What happened out there?"

"It was chaos...there was so much unneeded deaths." He swallowed hard, recalling everything he could remember. The man cringed suddenly, grasping at the blankets which covered his chest. "S-sorry..."

"Relax." She frowns, resting a hand on his shoulder, "You're safe now. Everything will be fine."

Bryton lays back and exhales, the blankets falla bit revealing a multitude of bandages over his torso and arms. 'Been a rough few nights of sleep.'

"Have you had healers come by to ease the pain? Maybe some tea?" She frowns deeply at the bandages.

"I asked them to come tomorrow. I hoped today you would get my letter and invitation to come here. I did not want them taking up the whole room." His brow rose a bit.

She blinks, "Oh?"

"Oh, oh what?" He replies in question.

"N-Nothing." She says, glancing away before looking back a him, "How are you feeling right now? Any pain?"

"My chest is sore other than that, I am fine." He lifts a hand trying to draw her down to sit upon the edge of the bed. "I'm not dying if that's what you're thinking is going on here." There was a bit of hesitation upon the  word 'dying' as he said it.

"Thank the Light you aren't." She smiles, though still looking worried.

"Mmhm, I have the healers and my sisters to thank for that." His gaze grew dark for a moment when he recalled something, "I am glad you were not there to see the horrors and atrocities committed by the Horde...by their Warchief."

She nods, stroking his cheek, "She will be brought to justice."

"I hope sooner rather than later." He nuzzles into her hand gently.

She kisses his forehead, "For now, focus on getting better."

"Apologies for worrying you all this time. I haven't had the energy to write to you...in a few days I could take you on a tour of my home, if you'd like." His expression was very apologetic

"I would enjoy that very much. Presuming your sister doesn't have a hissy fit with my pressence." She rubs her thumb against his cheek as she cups it.

Bryton's brow rose a bit, "Which one? I have three, in case you forgot." Again he gently nuzzles into her hand, enjoying her touch.

"Any of them." She giggles.

"How did your time in Kul'Tiras go? I am surprised to see you back so soon...not that it's a problem or anything for you to be here...now."

"I have yet to leave. I wanted to wait till I was sure you would make it back from Lordaeron." She blushes softly.

Bryton was surprised by such, "Oh..."

She looks down, taking his response as something bad.

"What? I am just surprised is all. I thought you would...you know want to visit there. But, I...um am happy you stayed until I was back."

She glances at him, checking his expression carefully.

He was being as honest and truthful as he could be in his current state. "I'm glad you're here. honestly, I am."

She smiles, "Glad I get to see you again."

Bryton smiles to her before settling all the way back down onto his bed. So nice, big and comfy. "Feel free to look around, meet the servants, play with my hunting dogs or see my horses in the stables." He rattled off.

She remains where she was, booping his nose, "I met your hunting dogs, they seem quite well behaved."

Bryton laughs a little, "Mmm, they can be good tempered. They were the pride and joy of my father...at least the parents of them."

She leans against him, careful not to hurt him. "Still.. I'm wary to see them."

His brow rose with concern, holding her close to his person as he could. "Why's that?"

"I heard the women of your family can be quite intimidating."

"Yes, they can be because they have to be at times." He sighs.

She looks at him, "Do you think they'd like me?"

He canted his head to the side, "Who exactly? There are many women in all of House Holt."

"Your sisters." She murmurs.

"I cannot say, but I hope so. At least...you do not have to fret about my parents' opinions." He mutters

"Oh?" She peers at him.

He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. He would not speak.

She decides not to push it, moving to shyly grab his hand and play with his fingers.

He did not open his eyes for a long while, He instead smiled as she played with his fingers a bit. The man looked very relaxed after all.

She remains in silence for awhile, just enjoying being in his company as she toys with his fingers.

At some point, Bryton's breathing grew level. He even started to lightly snorr.

She blinks at his snoring then silently giggles to herself, she doesn't move but just stays there quietly, letting him rest.

Bryton's slumber seemed to be a peaceful one. He did not thrash or shift very much at all. Once in a while he would mutter incoherently about bandits, orcs, or even his father. None of it made sense.

She moves to brush a strand of his hair behind his ear, resting beside him before closing her eyes to just listen to everything around them.

Some time later, she may smell something delicious being made somewhere in the house--meats, potatoes, carrots, excetera... By this point bryton grabbed the covers ad rather abruptly rolled on his side away from her.

She opens her eyes then laughs quietly at Bryton. Such a heavy sleeper. She decides to go explore while he sleeps.

The house was quiet and very homely even for being so large. All over the place were animal trophies, antlers, fangs...in the main room, however there was a large family portrait of himself, his three sisters, and his parents. He looked fairly young so the portrait must have been done years ago.

She eyes the portrait, taking it to memory before she continues exploring.

Depending on where she went she would see many many rooms with beds, furs, or other assorted hunting gear. At one point she may even stumble into the kitchen.

She makes her way to the kitchen and peeks in, not stepping foot in until she knew how busy it was.

There were two people working on making a small meal. One was chopping up some beef, while the other worked upon the potatoes and other foods. The one slicing the meat stopped for a moment and peered toward the door in question.

She eeps then hides behind the door for a moment before peeking back in, "W-What are you making?"

"Lord Bryton's favorite meal. Beef, potatoes, n' carrots." The chef replies. "Ya' 'is guest, Miss?"

She nods, "That I am." She slowly steps closer, peering over their work with a curious gaze.

The chef was cutting and slicing the beef with ryrhmic precision. "Will you be staying for dinner then, Miss?"

"If it would be no bother, yes." She bows her head.

"Yer no' allergic or against eatin' meats or any type of foods, are you?" His brow rose as he asked, pausing in his cutting.

"I'm allergic to cinnamon." She murmurs embarassedly.

"MM, righ' right. Strange allergy but I am not one to judge. How is Lord Holt fairing? I assume you have visited him within the day."

"He is fairing well. He fell back asleep a few moments ago." She offers a smile.

"Aye. The man does need 'is sleep, 'fter 'is near death experience. Bu' not durin meal time." He replies gruffly.

She raises a brow, "Near death?"

The chef looked a bit confused, his expression showing 'you didn't know'? "Ah. well, tha's no' my place t' tell, Miss. Apologies."

"Alright." She murmurs, her brows furrowing in concern.

He tried to casually change the subject, "Th' meal will be ready in abou' ten minutes, iffin case you were wondering."

"Alrighty. May I stay and watch? It's rare to be in a kitchen.'

"If ye, wish, Miss. All I ask is tha' you don't get in mine or the staff's way." He replies. A few more chops and the meat was fully sliced into thin pieces.

Cami nods, moving to find a place to stand out of the way.

The chef chuckles a bit to himself and continues his work. Since he had 'an audience' he decided to show off a bit more than he usually did. "...so,  Miss, wot did ya say yer name was?" He'd ask out of the blue while now cutting the carrots up into smaller, more equal pieces. He scooped them up with his knife and spread them out upon the plate which held the slices of beef.

"Camille Claire. Of the Claire House." She spoke.

"Ah, excuse m' ignorance, Lady Claire. I've never 'eard of your House. Where do you hail from, might I ask?"

"Elwynn." There was a small glint of shadow in her eyes at the remark but she keeps a calm smile, "Most know my cousin, Lady Daniels in Arathi Highlands."

"Ahhh." His gaze only grew more apologetic, "Well's issa pleasure t' meet ya, nevertheless."

"It's fine." Her lips press into a thin line as she glances around.

The kitchen wasn't the largestone she's probably seen, but it held all the needed items to cook or bake whatever Bryton wanted. In the last few minutes before the plates of food were finished the chef took a bit of time to 'pretty' up how the food sat upon each plate. "Is there somethin' yer lookin for specifically, Lady Claire?"

"Hm?" She looks to the chef, "Just looking around. Trying to memorize where things are." She offers a smile.

"Nothin's gonna get moved about if you look away, if that's what you're thinkin."

She giggles a bit, "No.. Just not used to being the one standing still."

The chef chuckled. "Alright, well, the dinning room is just through the door behind me if you'd like to get settled in, M'lady."

"May I eat with the Lord?" She glances at the chef.

The chef looked baffled for a moment, "Ah, well...if that is your wish, M'lady, I can have it arranged."

She nods, "Thank you."

The chef summoned in the servants and told them of the change of plans and had the food sent up to Lord Holt's room.

Camille moves to head up to Bryton's room.

A small table and chair had been set up beside Bryton's bed. He was awake sitting  up slightly. The man looked well rested.

"Hey sleeping beauty." She smiles at him.

Bryton grunts as he then swung his legs around so he'd be sitting up to greet her. "Hello yourself." He pushed away the covers now fully revealing both of his bruised arms and bandaged torso. Fortunately the man at least wore pants so he was semi decent for her.

She giggles, "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but better. I apologize for drifting off like that.”

"It's fine. You needed your rest."

"It's rude when guests are over."

She walks over to gently pat his head, "I think I can excuse the behavior for a day."

"If you so insist."

She pats his cheek, "Eat up."

"I hope you're going to do so as well since the chef was so generous to make extra."

She nods, moving to take a seat.

Bryton took up his utensils to grab a few slices of beef--he stops however, "Uhm, would you like some of these before I take some?"

"You eat first." She snickers.

"...You sure?" His brow rose.

She nods, sticking her tongue out, "If I want it, I'll just steal it from your plate later."

"Well...ah...that's rude...I think." He shrugged a little and took several slices as he liked. Then some taters, then some carrots.

She waits until he's served himself before fixing a plate for herself, letting him eat first.

Bryton waited until a Cami filled her plate before digging in. He did not realize how hungry he was until he took his first bite of the food.

She slowly begins eating, remaining refined as she crosses her ankles beneath her seat.

Bryton's method of eating was much less proper as he nearly stuffed his face.

She giggles as she watches him, moving to pick up a napkin and wipe away some mess.

Bryton stopped for a moment, also taking a napkin to wipe away crumbs. "Apologies...I am eating like an uncivilized person."

"It is fine. After sustaining such wounds and being in a war camp, I am sure this is refreshing to your tastes."

"True, but still I should not be eating like a starving child..." He lifts a hand, running his fingers through his hair.

She pats his cheek, "Eat how you will until you are full. It's not like anyone will judge you here."

Bryton's cheeks darkened a tad. He was embarrassed nevertheless. He did go back to eating but a bit more slowly, once and a while glancing toward her.

She eats calmly, still smiling to herself.

At one point he stopped again, "Thank you...for visiting by the way."

"Of course." She blushes, "I've been so worried about you.."

"I am sorry for worrying you like that."

"You were just doing your duty." She sets her utensils down, glancing at her lap.

"I suppose so...I did say I was going to help the next major battle with the Alliance..." He poked at a small piece of carrot.

"I'm glad you keep your promises." She reaches towards him then quickly pulls her hand back.

Bryton's brow rose as Cami hesitated and retracted her hand, "Are you alright?" He'd ask.

"Y-Yea." She glances down at her lap, having finished her food.

Bryton sets his fork upon the plate he ate from and reaches out in an attempt to take her hand in his. "Are you sure?" He pressed, clearly seeming concerned.

She blinks as he took her hand, holding his, "Just.. Happy you're alive." She had tears building up, quickly wiping them away, "I was so scared.. And I never got to tell you how much I care."

Bryton's gaze grew apologetic, "I am sorry to have worried you so much...it was never my intention to do so." He squeezes her hand reassuringly.

"I know." She spoke quietly, chewing on her lower lip as her mind was abuzz with words.

After a few moments Bryton decided to release her hand and return to eating. He was silent as he did so, only glancing to her once in a while.

She rests her hands in her lap, she was done eating and her mind was still working things over. Finally she takes a breath, putting on a smile, "So did you write to any girl you're seeing?"

Bryton gave her a confused look, "I'm sorry?" He didn't quite seem to understand the question.

"You know.. Are you courting anyone? You never told me before you left." Her thumbs fiddle with each other.

The poor man only seemed to grow more confused as she explained the question better, "I...am not...?" His brow rose as he spoke each word slowly.

She nods, "Alright." She doesn't expand further on the question but keeps her smile.

"Alright? Alright..." He slowly stuffs another piece of carrot into his mouth. She could see the wheels of thought turning in his mind.

"Something on your mind?" She raises a curious brow.

"Mn, nothing important...nevermind it." He did not want to come off as being too nosey.

"Come on. You know you can talk to me." She leans forward.

"Mmmhmm..." He'd hum while eating another carrot. His mouth was full and he was not about to talk with it like that.

She tilts her head to the right, "You're making me curious."

He swallows hard, "...I could say the same about you."

"What do you mean?" She blinks.

"Your question you asked me."

"What about it?"

"It was a bit...out of the blue." He admits.

She blinks then blushes, "Ah. R-Right. Sorry."

Bryton grins a tad, "You know my sisters...being the eldest I am expected to carry on the bloodline. Ever since I got back, they've been pressuring me into finding someone to court." The grin fades.

"Oh." She blinks, glancing down, "I take it they have a few maidens in mind?"

"No one that I have been interested in." He replies with a casual shrug.

"Oh? None of them pretty enough for ya?" She laughs quietly.

He slowly placed his fork down as she joked about it. He was full it seems, "It didn't feel genuine--er, natural, I suppose is the word." He leaned back a tad upon his arm.

"I see." She glances at him curiously.

"There were three ladies. I don't personally remember what they looked like or their names..." He trailed off for a moment, suddenly opting to lay back upon the bed where he sighs when feeling comfortable again. "One of them just wanted to bed with me all the time, which was super awkward, another wanted to rush right to the wedding and get married..." He closed his eyes for a moment.

She gently clenches her fists and wrinkles her nose, "Ew. Those types."

He turned his head toward her, while gently resting both hands upon his chest. "Oh believe me..." His eyes opened. "The last ... woman was the most..ew...of them all."

"How so?" She raises a brow.

"Her family runs some sort of winery, eh, or something to do with wine. Either way. On our first quote un-quote date she tried to give me a drink, she claimed her family invented, as a sort of exclusive taste testing." He grimaced, "...let's just say I am fortunate enough to be a big game hunter to be able to tell the difference between a drink...and what she tried to get me drink."

"She tried to drug you?" She blinks wildly.

Bryton bobbed his head a little, "I suppose that is one way to put it. But, ah, she tried to get me to drink a combination of boar, deer, and...worgen blood."

Her eyes grew wide. "Why??"

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a small sigh, "She had some crazy idea that turning me would make me a stronger and...sexier guy for her liking."

"That's stupid!" She growls quietly.

"Believe me. I polietly excused myself from the place and never returned after that little discovery."

"Do your sisters know?"

"No. I thought it'd best not to stir that pot and just leave it behind."

She frowns, "They should know. To try and force the worgen curse on someone.. That's unacceptable behavior."

"You speak the truth, but it's over and done with. I'm fine."

She shakes her head, "I'd have her thrown in the stoackades for such actions.. I know worgen are our allies, but to force it on someone is completely unacceptable."

"I'll admit she seemed like an oddball when I first met her, but since that day I haven't seen her."

"Alright." She lets out a sigh, though her brows knit together in worry.

"It's fine, Cami. I can take care of myself...well, sort of."

She frowns, "Sort of?"

He merely gestured toward the bandages, bruises and cuts.

She sighs again, offering a weak smile, "Should be more careful."

"It's not like I've ever fought an Orc before." He huffs.

She reaches over to gently pinch his cheek, "Can't say that anymore."

"First time...and hopefully the last time. I do not know how soldiers do it."

"It is a mystery." She pats his cheek, "So what are your plans for after you recover?"

Bryton lifts his own hand to meet hers, "Good question--" There was a light knock upon the door.

Cami peers at the door before standing to open it.

There was one of his servants, a courier by the looks of it as he held a note bearing the Holt symbol upon it. "Good evening, Miss, I apologize to be interrupting at this time but I have an urgent letter for Lord Holt."

She moves back to his side, sitting quietly to let him read.

The man made his way into the room and hands the letter to Bryton who then, in turn, took the letter to open and read it. Ow it hurt him to sit up.

Cami peers at him curiously.

"I'll reply in the morning." With that Bryton dismisses the courier and sets the letter aside.

"What was it?" She tilts her head again.

"Something I did not want to think about so soon."

She raises a brow, "Do I need to steal you away?"

"There is word that Lord Kaidren Holt wishes for the other members of the family to travel to Kul'Tiras."

"Oh. Are you even fit to travel there?"

"I can't be too sure, but if you are wishing to go still, then I will tough it out."

"I'd rather you didn't push yourself."

"Punish myself by enjoying a ship ride to a place I've only ever heard stories of?"

She smiles, "Does that mean I get to come with you?"

"I was...hoping you'd like to, seeing as how you never went in the first place."

She smiles, then moves to wrap her arms around him in a hug.

Bryton sat up more so that they could hug. "It would not be fair otherwise."

She holds the hug for a time being before slowly withdrawing, "I should let you rest. When did your family want to leave?"

"by the end of this week or next week. If you would like there are a few guest rooms you can choose to stay in. For tonight at least...if you'd like."

She nods, "Alright. Then tomorrow I'll pack a few things for the trip." She smiles brightly.

Bryton grinned. "Any of the rooms just down this hall are open for you. If you have questions or need anything don't be hesitant to call a servant."

"Alright." She moves to take and squeeze his hand. "Will you be up much longer?"

"just until the Laura comes to change my dressings." He admits.

"The Laura?" She blinks.

"mhm. Very sweet woman. She's been a friend of the Embris Holts since I was a young lad."

"I see. So she's been working with your family for some time?"

"she and my parents were best of friends. They offered her a place here when things were going downhill for her."

"That was kind of them." She relaxes a bit.

Bryton nodded. "Indeed...did you enjoy the meal?"

"I did." She nods, blushing a bit.

"That's a relief." He smiled a bit at her reaction.

She peers around the room, trying to find something else to talk about but failing.

"So, uhm...Would you like me to show you to one of the rooms?"

"Er. Are you even able to stand?" She murmurs softly.

Bryton moves to sit up, slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed and attempts to stand. The man grimaces whilst doing such extreme movement.

She moves to put a hand on his chest, "No! Not allowed. Lay back down." She looks worried.

Cami had stopped him just before he put any weight upon his feet. "I'll be fine...just a little sore as I said before."

"No! Rest!" She keeps her hand on his chest.

Bryton's gaze grew weary and tiresome when cami insisted he rest. Alright...alright." he replies defeated. Thus he swings his legs back onto the bed and lays back.

She strokes his cheek with her thumb, "Take some time to gather your strength. You'll need it for the trip."

Bryton chuckles a bit, "Alright, mother. I'll rest. I hope you do as well."

She giggles, then kisses his forehead, "Good. Now get some sleep."

"I already said I would, now the longer  you stand here the longer it will be until I can actually sleep." He winks.

She moves to sit back in her chair.

Bryton just lay there for a few minutes before turning to look at her, "I hope you are not going to sit there all night? It would be very uncomfortable."

"I might." She shrugs.

"There's a room next door..." He half gestures.

"Would you prefer me to leave?" She blinks in realization.

"N-no I didn't mean--ah, what I am simply wanting is for you to be comfortable."

She smiles, "I'll stay a bit until I'm sure you're resting peacefully. Then I'll move next door."

"Er...okay...ah, I'm sorry..." He settles back upon the bed.

"Why are you sorry?" She blinks.

"I didn't mean to insult you or anything."

She smiles, "That's quite alright. I know you're just flustered.. Your head must be swimming from the medicine."

"I can see--extremely well even with the medicine. It's not that bad honestly!" The man exclaims.

She giggles, "I wasn't saying you can't see!"

"Well it's hard to see underwater."

"Under water?" She blinks.

"You said my head was swimming, did you not?" He grinned a tad.

She giggles, "Oh don't be cheeky now."

Bryton chuckled. His gaze once more lifts toward the ceiling. An odd silence followed where he said nothing else.

She relaxes and watches quietly.

Bryton shifted around on the bed trying to get as comfortable as he could, but it was a bit difficult with her staring at him

She begins glancing around, sensing his discomfort.

Eventually he closes his eyes and relaxes.

She stares out the window briefly.

The sun had set behind the horizon at this point with the sky darkening in the process. Depending on how long she stared out the window she might noticed a brief movement of something just right outside.

She narrows her eyes at the movement, clenching her jaw.

Bryton casually pulled the covers up to just above his chest. Now he was super comfortable. Whatever it was did not move again. Perhaps it was nothing, it could have been a bird after all.

Camille stands, moving to flag down someone who worked there.

Most of the house was quiet as many of the servants had gone off to their own sleeping quarters. The few that remained was the maid Bryton spoke of and other guardsmen.

"Guardsmen." Camille spoke quietly, "I believe there is something outside stalking the grounds."

The guardsman looked at her in question. He looked rather tired, possibly from the long shift. "Mm? There are many wild animals which sometime venture close. I am sure it is nothing to worry about, M'lady."

"Alright." She murmurs but still was suspicious, she returns to Brytons room.

Sometime during Cami's short departure from his room, the man had fallen asleep and was slumbering peacefully.

She moves to sit in front of the window and stare out it, keeping an eye for movement as her gut didn't trust it.

Outside she'd see a figure donning the guardsmen armor. Just in front of said person was one of Bryton's dogs. It was sniffing about for any strange or hostile scents.

 She watches them with quiet interest.

 The dog paused, ears and tails perking. It was watching something in the woods. Whatever it was, was hidden from Cami's view.

 Cam keeps an eye on the dog, waiting for its reaction.

 The guardsmen released the leash, allowing the dog to bolt off into the woods. He followed after. Barking was heard moments later. Oh dear.

 She tenses as she stares after them, gripping one hand in the other nervously as she listens intently to the barking.

 The barking continued followed by the man's shouting.  Such commotion went on for several minutes before a yelp followed...then silence.

 Camille quickly stands and looks around for anything weapon like.

 Bryton's sword and armor lay resting against the wall. The weapon was a zweihander...massive in size and very heavy in weight. Otherwise there were no weapons within that room.

 She wrinkles her nose, no way she could lift such a blade. She searches for a candlestick or something of similar variety.

 She wouldn't find anything specifically in that room. | Bryton was muttering a bit in his sleep.

 She looks back to the window, ready to scream if needed.

   There was no movement outside. Only the darkening of the sky and slow rising of the moon. A breeze rustled the trees. Something out there might make the hair on the back of her neck stand.

 She slowly backs away from the window, eyes on it. She quickly peeks into the hall.

 Nearby, upon a nightstand, lay an ornamental dagger placed before the framed image of someone and a small lit candle beside that. The house was quiet. It was strange no-one was checking out the barking from behind the home.

 She grabs the dagger and candle before ducking back into the room to wait.

 And wait she would do. The night only grew darker and darker. Even the pale light of the moon could not offer much vision or reveal anything going on within those woods.

 She remained vigil, letting the candle burn down.

 Her vigil seemed to be working as whatever it was did not leave its cover of the woods as long as she stood there. Perhaps it too was watching and waiting to see what she would do.

 Despite the sleep that was beginning to take hold, she refused to close her eyes until she knew it was gone.

 The figure soon grew impatient as it revealed itself from the brush. Although its form was covered in a hood, its glowing eyes, posture, long ears, and maw gave away what it was. Worgen. In one swift motion it would toss something from its grasp out further into the open. The body of the dog! Its head craned upwards, a smirk clearly taking to its lips as it revealed its sharp teeth.

 She scowls down at the worgens and in the utmost unlady like manner, she flips the worgen off.

 Although its expression could not be read clearly, the perking of its ears showed that her rude gesture first confused then angered it. It wasn't about to take her sass either. It bolted for the massive house attempting to climb the walls to get to that room.

 Camille in the highest pitched, loudest yell she could possibly muster with her tiny body, "ASSASSIN!"

 Bryton was the first to awaken to the screaming. To hell with pain, he would sit up and look around. The word she yelled took a moment to process. With such he got out of bed grabbing for his sword seconds before the assassin broke through the window causing glass to shatter everywhere. The house came alive, shouts of alarm and barking followed suit. | The worgen snarls with anger. He slammed his arm into Bryton's chest sending the man to the side. His intended target would have to wait...His gaze focused solely upon her.

 Camille grips the dagger. "Hello fleabag." She continued to taunt despite her hands shaking.

 "Barely a word spoken and ye've caused me a lotta trouble, girlie." He snarls in retort. His ears swivel toward the door as he could hear several guardsmen making their way up the stairs. Blast it! The worgen looked for something...anything--AH-HAH! He moved to the sole bookcase which was conveniently against the same wall. He intended to move it right in front of the door. | Bryton now had a wonderful headache, his vision was blurred, and his chest hurt almost as much as it did before. "Leave...her alone, filth." He conjured up a few words, trying to find wherever his weapon lay nearby.

 Cami sees him trying to block the doorway and she rushes behind him to try and stab him in the side with the dagger.

 The worgen had taken his eye off Cami just as Bryton spoke. He roared in pain when the dagger dug into his side. The bookcase was halfway in front of the door but due to the pain he turned in an attempt to swipe cami away and deal real damage to her.

 She let's out a cry as she's swiped and stumbled back and onto the floor. She huffs in pain as she bled from his claws, she spit out, "Cursed mutt. Can't even handle being quiet or running when you had the chance."

 The worgen snarls. Her blood upon his claws and words caused his fur to stand on end. "I was't paid to kill the whore of the house, but I suppose there can be--" THUD...THUD...THUD... The bookcase was barely holding that door as the soldiers tried to force their way in. He peered over his shoulder. "Blast it all! I've no time for this!" He reached for her to grab her by the throat. Intending on choking and killing her. To his side, just out of his vision, Cami would see Bryton slowly rising to his feet. He gave up on grabbing his weapon knowing it would be too difficult to use in such a small room.

 She gasps as he grabs her throat, though as he tried to choke her, she took her pointed heel and moves to kick him in the groin, gasping for air as she mutters, "Bitch." Aiming to grab his hood if she could and yank.

 The worgen yelped. Groin kicks were such a low blow but they were effective! His head shot up but her yanking on his hood pulled it down over his eyes. He stumbled back, after dropping her in the process. | Such a stumble caused him to be within range of Bryton who jumped up grabbing him by the throat with both arms, pulling the worgen down upon his back in a very awkward way.

 Camille huffs and gasps for air as she's released. She moves to shove the bookcase out of the way for the guards.

 The bookcase was heavy, but with her determination she was able to move it just enough that the guards could shove it the rest of the way from their end. Two rushed in while the others stood outside to not crowd the room. One immediatly turned to see Lord Bryton holding the worgen in a choke hold. The fleabag had passed out within moments--not without clawing up the man's arms in the struggle. The other guard peered at Cami in worry, assessing her own wounds, "M'lady are you alright?" She spoke.

 She nods, "Focus on the lord." She tries to hide her wounds despite the oozing blood and her growing light headed.

 The woman shook her head side to side, "with all due respect, m'lady, you are in need of seeing a healer as well." She barked a few orders to the guardsmen outside. One would fetch the maid who also had a few lessons in healing. The woman guardsman set her weapon aside to kneel before her and apply pressure to the wound. Bryton seemed to not be phased by his new wounds. Especially when he was the even going to release the neck of this assassin. He was going to kill him! "Sir, please release him so we can talk him into custody! Also, your wounds need t be looked at!"

 "Bryton." Camille voice was soft. "You need to question him.. you need to know who sent him." She was a bit wobbly at this point.

 Bryton's arm only tightened around the worgen's neck, but such action was brief before he chucked the unconscious fleabag to the side. Although every fiber of his being was screaming in pain, he was too stubborn to give in just yet. "Take this...assassin to the cell. I'll deal with him later." His voice had lost all its warmth and friendliness at this point. He forcibly stood and then made his way over to where the female guardsmen and Cami sat. His sudden intrusion causd the woman to scoot off to the side so that he would have room. The man silently examined Cami's wounds before placing a blooded hand over the source. A warmth and soft light radiated from that hand. It seeps into the wound with the intent to dull its pain and slow the bleeding. | The other guardsmen pushed the bookcase fully out of the way then took hold of the unconscious worgen--awkwardly dragging him out of the room.

 "You shouldn't push yourself." Camille spoke softly, resting a hand over his.  

Cami could feel the tenseness radiating throughout his form just by touching his hand alone. He was determined to heal her as much as he could. A guardsmen or two made their way back into the room to deal with the broken window and glass She reaches a hand up, cupping his cheek as she whispers, "Relax. I'll be fine."

 Bryton felt the warmth of her hand upon his face. His tired gaze lifted to meet hers. Still the man refused to listen. |  "Young man, how many times do I have to tell you to stop pushing yourself." An elderly woman's voice came from just outside the door. When Bryton gave no response the woman hobbled her way into the room over to them, "Don't you be ignoring me now, Mister, you're going to do more harm than good at this rate. Sit...right beside her if you must but leave all that healing and wound mending to me." The woman scolded him, who reluctantly stopped and finally flopped to the side sitting next to cami.

 Camille blinks at the old woman and smiles softly, mouthing thank you to her for getting him to sit.

Bryton hung his head while the woman got to work. | She quickly assessed each of their wounds, "are you hurt anywhere else?" She'd ask of Cami.

 She shakes her head, "Just the claw wounds.. and the soreness from being choked."

 "Did you bring any other sets of clothes?" She asks while taking a dried cloth to the wound with the intent of cleaning up the excess blood. "Both of you will need to wash up."

 She shakes her head, "Sadly no."

 "I see I see...are you well enough to walk?"

 She nods, "I believe so."

 The woman nodded in acknowledgment, "Guardsman, if you would be so kind as to help this young lady to the bath so that she may clean up...I will be having a stern talking with Bryton." | The Guardsman nodded and offered her hand out for Cami to take.

 Camille takes the hand, glancing back at Bryton to assess his emotional state.

 The guardsman helps cami to her feet, "This way, M'lady." She mutters softly. | Bryton looked to be feeling all sorts of emotions at that point, but he was forcing them away as to not shatter right then and there before everyone.

 She frowns but follows the guardsmen.

 The guardsmen led her out of the room. Occassionaly she would glance to Cami to see if she was alright. Down the stairs they went and across the main lodge to the other side where the bath was. Other guardsmen were moving about the house with bryton's older dogs making sure the place was entire secure.

 Her hands were shaking as she followed the guard, adrenaline finally wearing off and leaving her in practical hysterics.

 Finally they would stop before the proper door. The guardsman opened it, to reveal a large bath inside, "Here we are m'lady..." her lips part once more as she was trying to figure out the words to say, "...I am terribly sorry that this happened." She bowed her head apologetically.

 "Its fine. I'm glad the man was caught." She steps inside.

 "There is a towel hanging right next to the bath...I will remain outside the door if you are in need of anything."

 "Alright. Thank you." She shuts the door.

 The room was large, well lit, and warm. It held an assortment of cabinents and antler decorations.

 She moves to begin slipping out of her traveling cloths, wincing a bit as she tries to slow her breathing.

 Her wounds were not deep and had stopped bleeding thanks to the assistance of Bryton's healing. She would be tender there for some time but at least there wouldn't be scars. She could hear the sound of people and the dogs moving about outside the room, but at least none would bother her.

 She touched the wound and cringes before moving to start the bath and sit in it.

 Some time later a light knock came upon the door followed by it opening just enough for a folded up dress, with a note laying upon it, to be placed just inside the room. The door then closed right after that.

 Once she was clean and her nerves calmed, she moves to step out and drain the water before drying off.

 Things quieted down so the threat was more than likely over. There were a few hushed whispers directly outside the bath door but nothing too urgent or worrisome.

 She gets dressed and moves to step out of the bathroom. Glancing at those outside.

 The guardsman at her door turned her attention to Cami as she came outside. The other guardsman who was talking in the hushed tone immediately went quiet.

 She glances at them, "What is it?"

"It is nothing, M'lady." The woman spoke first as politely as she could.

She narrows her eyes and in a rather scary calm voice. "I just dealt with a man trying to kill me and the Lord of the house. I will have to return to my family- another noble house, and have to hide that I nearly died while leaving without a guard. Please do not cover or hide information from me, especially when the mere doubt of my prior concern lead to both the death of a guard as well as one of the Lord's prized hounds." Her eyes were cold.

Both guardsmen went stiff before bowing their heads in unison and apologetically. The male would speak this time, "Lord Bryton is want to interrogate the prisoner right now as he is refusing to rest..." The male trails off.

She sighs. "Take me to him."

The male quickly nodded and gestured for her to follow him with the female guardsman following behind them.  They swiftly moved back across the room heading up the stairs and into a room further down the hall from Bryton's. Two guards stood on either side of the double doors. They would open it to reveal a large office like room. Bryton sat behind the desk, scowling. He was still shirtless, this time the bandages on his chest had been changed and his arms were covered in newer bandages due to the worgen's claws. Across from him stood a guard who seemed to be utterly exhausted from debating with the man. "My Lord you really need to reconsider. You're in no condition to deal with him at this point!"

Without missing a beat, ignoring her racing heart. Camille walks up to Bryton calmly, cupping his cheek before turning him to face her and in a quiet commanding voice. "Enough. Rest." Before pressing her lips to his to keep him from arguing. She had a gut feeling he would hate her later for it.

Bryton was indeed about to argue but the kiss stopped him in his tracks. He did not expect it, nor did the guardsmen around him. Its suddenness caused him to forget whatever he was going to say and do in the first place. The already tense air of the room grew even tenser.

She broke the kiss, her face bright red. "Going to rest now?" She was barely able to say it calmly.

Bryton blinked slowly, eyeing her for a long time in silence. His cheeks grew nearly as red as hers. Fortunately the guardsmen took it as their queue to leave the two alone.

She glances away shyly, her facade of calm confidence breaking. She begins to fidget before hiding her face in her hands

When the doors closed and they were truly alone Bryton would stand. He grasps her wrists gently to move both hands from her face so he could look at her.

She glances at him, cheeks still lit up like a Christmas tree. "B-Bryton?"

"Why did you do that?" He spoke softly. There was no anger in his tone or expression.

She glances at her feet, mulling over her words because she didn't want to admit the truth, but finally she moves to lightly hit his chest with her fists as she couldn't hold it in, "Because I like you, stupid! We could've died tonight and I would've never had the chance to tell you.. and now.." tears began to form, "Now you're pushing yourself too hard after all of it. I could barely walk I was so shaken, and yet you want to interrogate a man before you've recovered. I had to stop you.. I can't see you get hurt anymore." She sniffles.

Bryton listened and processed every word and emotion that flowed from her. When her fists lightly struck his chest he did lifts a hand, after releasing her arms, moving a finger gently beneath both of her eyes--brushing away the tears. He then proceeded to pull her into a tight hug, "I'm sorry I was not strong enough to protect you..." He murmurs.

She holds onto him, "You need to be more careful." She grips onto him tightly. "Promise me you'll rest."

"Mm...Alright. I will try to be more careful." He murmurs the promise. "...only if you promise to do the same."

She smiles, "Of course." Cupping his cheek.

"It's still...late...did you still wish to sleep?" His brow rose a bit as he asked.

She nods, "Though you should rest.. Probably in somewhere not your room till it's safe."

"I'm thinking the couch might be a safer place this night." He admits.

She giggles, "You have a couch to sleep on?"

"In front of the fireplace, yes. I thought it would be odd to have a bed in the middle of that room."

She nods, "Do you want to sleep alone?"

"Then who would keep you safe...surely not my guardsmen...after tonight's fiasco."

She laughs softly, "Then lets go rest." She rests her head against his shoulder a moment.

Bryton stood there, just allowing her to rest against him. He lifts a hand to brush his thumb gently across her cheek.

She squeezes him close, then lifts her head, "W-We should.. we should go rest.. before your wounds get to you." her cheeks flush again.

Bryton blinked. His gaze dropped briefly to all the bandages upon his arms and chest. The pain he felt had been forgotten about due to the events which occured that night. He swallowed hard and drew his hand back from her face. Tiredness began seeping back into his mind with pain in suit. The man nodded, simply deciding to lead her out of the office. "Keep watch..." He murmurs to the guardsmen outside the doors.

Camille helps him out to where the couch is.

Bryton was trying not to lean upon her as they made their way back down the stairs into the main room. Fortunately the servants had started up the fire in the fireplace so it was at least warm in the room. Upon the floor and couch were several blankets and a few pillows. He gestured toward the couch. "Take the couch."

She shakes her head, "No way mister! You're injured. You take the couch." Her voice was clear that she was not gonna argue it.

Bryton felt way too tired to argue anyway. He simply signs and then proceeds to collapse onto the couch.

She sits beside him on the floor, "Should I have someone fetch you some numbing root or potion?"

Bryton just lay on his back staring at the ceiling. "I'll tough it out."

She rolls her eyes, leaning against the couch, "Alright."

Cami's reply caused Bryton to turn his attention to the back of her head. "What?" He mutters in question.

"Nothing." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Don't pull that with me." He grunts while turning over onto his side to face toward the fireplace.

"Just that you've already proven you're tough.. No reason to be in pain to prove it further." She leans her head back to rest on the edge of the couch.

He ran his fingers through her hair, "I don't feel I've been tough enough. These past few months."

She blushes, "S-so.. about earlier.." She trails off.

"Mmm...?" He hums gruffly, pausing in his action to allow her to speak her mind.

"I.." She was struggling to think of what to say to explain her actions.

"I'm listening..." Bryton drew his hand away, finding it way more comfortable to lay upon his back. She could hear a few pained grunts with each movement he made.

She glances back at him, "Are you sure you do not want numbing root?"

"I'm waiting for you to tell me what's on your mind." He replies instead. Such a stubborn ass.

"Do..." She inhales then sighs, "Do you find me.. court-able?"

Bryton went completely silent. He scratch lightly at the base of his neck. "Well, I suppose that depends on whether or not you wish to be courted or not."

"Depends.." She murmurs, staring at her lap as she twiddles her thumbs, "W-Would you..." She swallows hard, "Would you want to court me?" She then hides her face in her hands, completely embarrassed in having to ask.

For the first time, Bryton felt his heart skip a beat when she asked. He blinked a few times, processing...thinking...going over the words in his mind. "I...um...well if you think I am worthy of such..." He replied rather awkwardly.

She was red in the face as her heart thumped loudly in her ear, she slowly lowers her hands enough for her eyes to peek at him. "Of course you're worthy."

Bryton's face was not red, but she could see how embarrassed he was with discussing the topic. "Then...yes...i-i suppose I would...could court you."

"Then... would you like to?" She internally punches herself for being straightforward.

Bryton nodded once, "yeah, I...um...yes. yes, I would like to very much." He silently prayed to the Light that none of his guardsmen were within earshot. The last thing he wanted to do was give them a reason to think he was completely incompetent.

She stares at him for a moment as her mind processes that he said yes before a big grin crosses her features and she moves to kiss his cheek. Trying hard to contain her excitement.

About the same time as she moved to kiss his cheek, he drew both arms up in an attempt to hug her--this action may just accidentally pull her onto his person rather than the original intended result.

She blinks as she kisses him unintentionally. Her eyes widening.

Bryton was not expecting that again so soon. His face darkened a shade moments after their lips met, his gaze locked with hers. Instead of pulling away, however, he would press into the kiss finding such action very delightful.

Camille was still as red as a tomato but she closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss, her hand cupping his cheek.

Holding her close with one arm, his other hand brushed across her cheek and gently ran through her hair. He could feel his heart pounding.

(( @householt. YER BOY DID IT! Ignore extra spaces between things, I got real lazy editting it down from discord. #LazyAsFuck ))