"I\'m fine. Let\'s just... keep going. Come on."
Tucking the cloth away, Alia waited for a moment, thinking it over. What went on with Amillia was vile, yes, and the fact that a parent would do it to their own child was worse. Alia wanted to help the young woman out some how, but was having trouble figuring out something further than escourting her to the guardhouse safely, then back to wherever she had to go next. The frail woman was in no way a bodyguard, or could even pass as one, but people seemed to keep their distance, thanks to her brother. The exhibition had helped with that, at least.
((I\'m going to make a thread at the Guardhouse for us, ok?))