"Laighean!" Draven tried to call after him, but it was to no avail. "Damn stubborn fool." He then growled beneath his breath and turned to Aella who, for that moment, still appeared, as rigid as a statue. Her skin was pale, her eyes were wide, and a moment later- she had fainted. Catching her in his arms, Draven swore again, and cast a glare at Laighean's retreating form before guiding Aella to a more private room and rested her against a feinting chair.
A moment later, Aella found herself awaking with bleary eyes. And she heard a voice.
"Lady Aella.."
"Hrm?" And she perked up to the sound, blinking as her vision resettled itself to form the picture fo a handsome man above her. And then she recalled what had happened as she sat up with a gasp.
"Relax, Lady Aella, here." And Draven offered her a cup of wine. "You fainted and I brought you in here to rest up. Just drink some wine and collect yourself. We needn't have your mother worried."
Accepting the cup with a nod, she drank some down and felt her head a bit bubbly from the immediate rush and, seeing color return to her face, Draven smiled and sat beside her.
"There now, does that help you feel better, Lady Aella?"
She only nodded meekly, not sure what to do or say. This had just been an awkward day so far- to think, she'd run into both brothers that had come out of her closet!