Arturo had a hard time swallowing the lump of dried bread in his throat. He hadn't actually hadn't thought she wouldn't want to continue on with them. He laughed at himself. He normally thought ten turns ahead in any game, and here he was just poleaxed by a little slip of a girl. His brother's would never forgive him if they found out.

“I would never throw you to the wolves. Are you sure though, about seeking employment around here?” he asked. Not exactly sure why he wanted to keep her near him, and he really didn't want to explore those thoughts. He frowned when she spoke of her headache. Without thought, he set his plate aside and took her head in his massive hand. Hand large and strong enough to crush a man's skull, but he gently pressed his fingers to her temples and began massaging.

Unseen by his master, Sean's jaw dropped. Never had he seen his master act so gently toward anyone. The sentiment was echoed by many of the men who were observing their lord's strange behaviour.