[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Manchester, England - After The Attack
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette took the handkerchief in hand and observed it. She did not understand the meaning, but if the man spoke true, Millicent will know what it meant and that was good enough for her. She was worried about the woman, continuing to travel with Lord Rutherford. Soulless attacks be damned, she was in as much danger with him than she would have been staying behind, she was sure of it.

She attempted to follow Fyror, but he stopped and turned to face her. A look of caution on his face. Of concern. She had seen that face before. Oh yes, she knew it well. That face that said "Are you sure you know what you are doing?" As if on queue, he voiced his concerns. Albeit, justified ones if she was right about Lord Rutherford, but all the same, it wasn't as if she was some housewife out and about. She had just survived an attack and lived to see the light of the next day. Surely that spoke volumes?

But she had dealt with it before and she will surely deal with it again. She took in a deep breath, before speaking. [color=E395B2]"You're concern is appreciated, Monsieur Kildragon, but I am fully aware of what I am asking. I am aware of how Lord Rutherford is and I only just met the man yesterday. I am not some princess in a castle that needs to be saved. I am perfectly capable of handling myself in battle, should it come to that. Now, are we going to go save Mademoiselle Millicent or not?"[/color]