“…Of course” Liaena responded absently, paying only the barest amount of attention to whatever Serphia was saying as she focused on Bella. The girl had a poorly-disguised beginnings of a Cheshire Cat grin on her face as she followed the slow descent of Serphia’s butt like a hawk. 

Edging up to stand next to her, Kathlin gave the smaller girl a nudge and a very pointed look as she glanced anxiously at Serphia. “Uhhh….Ma’am, maybe you shouldn’t sit there?”

Pausing, Serphia shot the priestess a baleful look. “….What?”

“Why not?” Liaena said cheerfully. “It’s the best seat in the house”

“But that bed has, uh, uhm….” Kathlin visibly groped around for words under the dark stare of Serphia. “…fleas”

“…..”

“Sometimes people don’t wash very well” the girl volunteered weakly, after a pause. “It’s been a while since the linens have been cleaned….”

“She’s got a point, you know. I think the church lets vagrants stay here sometimes. They get [b]massive[/b]” Liaena jumped in easily, when it looked like Kathlin’s knees were about to buckle. Kathlin gave her friend a grateful look, which promptly disappeared as Liaena stuck a finger out to point at the Bella-shaped lump in the bedclothes, who was at that point trying to make a break for it. In the relative gloom, and the shadows cast by the folds of blankets, it was difficult to make out exactly what it was besides a dark black shadow. “-- Wait, is that one there!?”

Looking up in horror, Bella only had time for a squeak of panic as a large purple hand smote her off of the bed to soar across the room. Crashing into the floor to slide several feet across the stone flagons before finally coming to a complete stop, Liaena gave a cutesy smile to the less-than-amused expression of combined Serphia and Kathlin. “Well, better safe than sorry – why don’t you take the chair?”

[b]“Apprentice Rune”[/b]

Liaena’s shit-eating grin dwindled away to nothing almost immediately, to stand abruptly back against the wall as Priestess Thea walked into the room. The woman crossed the room to pick up the floppy form of the tiny Bella, to walk with her and seat herself on the remaining unoccupied seat. Paladin Damon took a immediate position behind her, to eye up Serphia with obvious unease and discontent. 

Ignoring the Night Elves to murmur words to herself for about a minute, a soft glow eventually effused her fingers to surround the little Bella. The glow continued as she finally looked up to look at Serphia. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to me. I have been given two very different accounts of what took place last night at Honors Watch. I would like to know the true series of events; would you be able to tell me what happened?”