Waiting patiently outside the door was Sharon, when he suddenly noticed the handle moving as someone was about to open the door. But it was shortly accompanied by an audible thud from the inside as Falaani smashed her skull into the doorframe, and a rather angry and pissed Sentinel emerged from the room to march straight past Sharon.

The High Elf choose to give the sentinel a wide berth as she marched to the stairs, deciding that it would be a most unprofitable venture to attempt to question or talk to the furious Night Elf whom at the time seemed more concerned with just getting away from the scene of the crime, or embarrassment. 

Once she had left visual range, Sharon peeked inside the room, just to verify that A. The occupants were still safe and healthy, and B. Rae'liel was dressed. Stepping inside, Sharon motioned with his head behind him at where Falaani had disappeared.

"So much for the ancient grace and agility of the Night Elves." Sharon said jokingly, before turning to look towards Liaena and Rae'liel, choosing to focus on the Blood Elf.

"You look a lot better. But I would recommend getting yourself some rest, and keeping some distance to the Night Elves to avoid further... diplomatic incidents. My butler, Friedrick, has prepared a room for you in the top of the north eastern spire. Yes, the Night Elves are stalking the roof outside, but as long as you don't flip them off or anything, the windows should be all the barriers you'll ever need."

Sharon said, pausing for a moment as the High Elf seemed to be remembering what else to say.

"Oh, and yes, about our honored Captain Serphia. If all else fails and you should happen to get into a second fight with her, please either do it outside, use some shrink potions, or solve it through a game of cards or something. This is a house, not a castle. It can only take so much damage before collapsing down on our heads."