Vareth took a few steps back. "Look, I don't take names! You do stuff like that in my business, you wind up dead! B-but I can set up a meeting- you just have to promise I walk out of here alive."
"Mother, truly, I'm alright."
Lily had been moved to her parents room- despite her protests that she didn't need to be babied, she just needed someone to actually try to figure out why an assassin had been sent into her room! Still, she was a little shaky, but she didn't like showing it now that the fear had somewhat abated.
"Oh, my darling, I'm so sorry," Lydia was whispering, continuously petting her hair as she sat on the bed beside her. "We all thought- with your condition, it just seemed that-"
Lily side and resisted the urge to brush her mother's hand away. "I know, Mother, I understand. It's alright, I'm safe. Father's talking to the guards, that- that man won't get in again."
There was a quiet knock at the door, then Jorris poked his head in. His mouth was drawn in a tight line, brow furrowed with worry. "It's nearly dawn. Have you two not slept at all?"
Both women shook their heads and he sighed, coming into the room. "Mother, Father is nearly finished giving his orders; if you rest here, I'll send him up to you." He smiled softly and touched Lily's shoulder almost hesitantly. "I can take Lily to my room to rest. She'll be safe there, I'll even post an extra guard."
It took some convincing, but eventually Lydia agreed and Lily followed her brother back to his quarters. "I just wish I understood why," she whispered as she slipped into the room after him. She started to move toward the chaise, but he stopped her and nodded toward the bed.
"I can sleep on the chaise, you need a real bed." He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I don't know why this is happening to you, sister, but I promise I'll watch over you, alright?"
She offered a small, rather wan smile and hugged him. "Thank you."