Aulfr watched her scurry herself away under his bed, concerned for someone who would do that. To make matters worse, he just realized that under his bed was the only place he couldn't get to- making it a viable place for assassins to hide and wait for him to lower his guard. Similar to how it was being used now, even though the assassin that was under there wasn't out to kill him, for the moment, at least.

So he stepped into the hall and called for a hot bath; he knew it'd take somewhere around an hour, and being of the practical mind common to the higher ranks of Noxus, he didn't try to hurry it up by panicking the servants into a serving frenzy.

He debated trying to get to Aleksandra to try and pull her out and help her in some way, but he was clueless as to how to do both. Either way, she'd be just fine, and wouldn't be able to escape, where she was now, nor would it be an easy position to attack from, if she decided to do so. So he waited for the bath to heat up, before a servant eventually knocked on the door. 

He didn't answer it; rather, he stood up, opened the bathing room door- it also had 'facilities' in the corner, but he rarely used them, since he was always out and away from his room- and checked the water from the pipes. Convinced it was hot enough, he let it open all the way up and start pouring out at full blast, gravity doing the work.

Turning back to the room, he got down on his hands and knees, and peeked under the edge of the bed. 

"I know you can hear the water running... Rayt. Would you like to take a bath? You're a smart girl- you know it's hot." 

Reflecting on himself as he was speaking, he knew that calling her a girl was obviously wrong- they were both well into their primes, her prime just happening to be much smaller than the average in Noxus. Either way, he couldn't tell if it was simply a word he was using because of her size and appearance- she certainly looked young enough, and seemed more childish when she wasn't wearing something as tight as she does now- or because he used it affectionately. He shrugged it aside; it didn't matter.

He'll chew her out later. For now, she needs to recover from her panic attack.

So he reached under, and gently pulled out the shaken Aleksandra. He didn't try to pick her up, or really touch her, just pointed and let her stumble over. He shut the door behind her, and then settled back down into his chair to wait.