The servant girl is indeed safe for the night, provided she doesn't run afoul of any of the Briarwoods' people in the mood for mischief. But she's safe from this particular thing.
Cassandra, however, has not been given leave to go. She hesitates awkwardly in the entry, almost visibly weighing her options -- and chooses to speak. "I would be happy to join you for a glass of wine, but I'm a little tired; would it be all right if I went to bed as well?"
(She doesn't look at Max. Poor doomed fool has gotten himself into this mess; there's nothing she can do for him, and as he's not one of her people, there's nothing better she owes him.)
Delilah and Sylas exchange glances, and he opens his palm in a magnanimous gesture, and she smiles. "Certainly, sweet girl. Sleep well. We'll see you in the morning."
As she says it, she holds out a hand to Max to bid him approach, and Sylas's hands settle onto his shoulders from behind.
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Cassandra, however, has not been given leave to go. She hesitates awkwardly in the entry, almost visibly weighing her options -- and chooses to speak. "I would be happy to join you for a glass of wine, but I'm a little tired; would it be all right if I went to bed as well?"
(She doesn't look at Max. Poor doomed fool has gotten himself into this mess; there's nothing she can do for him, and as he's not one of her people, there's nothing better she owes him.)
Delilah and Sylas exchange glances, and he opens his palm in a magnanimous gesture, and she smiles. "Certainly, sweet girl. Sleep well. We'll see you in the morning."
As she says it, she holds out a hand to Max to bid him approach, and Sylas's hands settle onto his shoulders from behind.