Ethan scuttled away, hissing. At that moment, Robbie came in with something in his hand, setting it down on the table and rushing over to her. "Are you alright? What happened?"

She clings to him, shaking slightly.

"Hey," he said in a soft voice, gently picking her up and carrying her to the couch, sitting her down. "It's alright, princess." He knelt beside her, briskly rolling up the cuff of one pant leg, his long fingers surprisingly gentle.

She continues to cling to him.

He saw the bite and muttered something. An oval of jagged puncture wounds marred her leg, seeping blood with the skin around them already purpling. Robbie whistled softly. "Nasty. Wait here, and I'll go get a towel. But first you're going to have to let me go, princess."

She reluctantly releases him.

Robbie goes and gets a towel and bandages, returning and cleaning and dressing the wound. "There," he said, straghtening up. "Thats dont. At least your leg wont fall off." His eyes swept up to herw, anxious and assessing. "Howre you felling, princess?" He tossed the bloody towel onto the floor, plopping down in a stool.

She simply shrugs.

Robbie studies her for a moment before sighing. "That wasn't your brother that attacked you...it was a changeling..."

,, A what? ,,