"If it's against Percivus," Albyn said hesitantly, pulling back slightly from the unexpected fury that radiated from Lady Jocelynn's seafoam green gaze. "I'm sure Lord Owain would be happy to help you. He was particularly agitated when Sir Elgon mentioned the Inquisitor's name."
"Come," Albyn said gently, offering a hand to Lady Jocelynn to help her stand. "Let's fetch Confessor Eleanor and then I'll take you both back to your chambers. I'm sure you want to change out of those clothes," he said with a gentle smile that was clearly intended to be reassuring.
"Eleanor," Jocelynn whispered softly as the strength that suffused her body seemed to leave her all at once and the fire dimmed from her gaze. "You're right, we need to, to go get cousin Eleanor," she said as she stood, wobbling slightly as the world seemed to tip with her sudden movement.
