Pita feels someone behind him, spinning about he sees ♥HOOves♥ faint, and catches her. He gathers her up in his arms, glaring at the bulter, and carries her to a couch. "Buffy?" He asks softly.
Over his shoulder, he calls to his old friend, "Fireant, please bring some wine for Buffy, she is unwell."
He guessed what the note said. He'd recieved a similar missive. Between the shock of seeing him here, the murder, and the note, it was too much for the young noblewoman.
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