It was after midnight when Alain D'Mourir arrived at the Sanctuary with his younger sister, Shannon, escorted by the Scathachians Trixie McAllister and a drowess simply known as "Rae." A large suitcase was in one hand, and Shannon had a hold of his other arm the whole way. He could tell she was upset... but she could tell he was upset, and so, while it was fairly obvious sometimes, she was biting back her anger. What should have been an assignment between him, the Scathachians, and their target, turned into a family affair when the target assaulted his sister that night. He had never felt a rage so blinding, and yet much of it was directed at himself.

Shannon got her own room. This much Alain made absolutely sure of. Much as he wanted to be in the room with her to guard her himself, he knew she wanted her own room, even if this was just for a little while.

The Sanctuary was beautiful, at least... but, again, Alain intended for them to be there only a few days at the very most. Boots echoed their way down stone passageways through much of the night... he slept in three two-hour periods, going to bed for the final time a while after sunrise. He took long strolls through the garden... often stopping by that one rose on a bush that would bear no other flowers... and yet, this one, defiantly, would not die. The same one he had seen when in the garden with Isuelt one afternoon.

It was like the D'Mourirs. It was surviving... even though it reminded him the most of his mother, who had passed some years ago.

Isuelt stood near the gated entrance of the Sanctuary as she watched Alain escort his sister, Shannon, back to the Inn. Her strong shoulders lifted in a sigh, her arms were folded over her chest. Their stay had been only a blink of an eye. Still, in that time, it became clear to her, as well as her Sisters, that the two D'Mourirs were heading for something not entirely familial.

Isuelt was well aware of Alain's overwhelming need to provide for his family, especially Shannon. He had said as much during their latest conversation. He spoke like a man bereft with guilt, though Isuelt could not pinpoint what he had to feel guilty about.

Shannon, on the other hand, had seemed unusually quiet and withdrawn. While this wasn't at all the expected behavior for someone of her age, it was important to remember what the girl had gone through. Tramatic experiences often robbed one of their tongue as well as their wit. So, while the D'Mourirs stayed at the Sanctuary, however briefly, the Sisters did what they could to engage Shannon in conversation, or even a smile. The Judges failed on both counts.

So off went the brother and sister. One ready to die for the other, and one who seemingly wouldn't be moved if he did.

Of course...Isuelt had no real insight into their relationship. She just pondered on what she saw. And she intended on keeping an eye on both of them...especially the younger.

When Laufeia was at home she generally liked to walk about the grounds and Sanctuary bare footed. So her slow movements coming up behind Issy was perhaps very discrete and when she finally came to stand off to the side of Iss? rested a hand up to lay on the lower portion of her back, watching the D'Mourirs too leave the Sanctuary grounds. Perhaps just missing them to say her goodbyes.
Something was odd in the air ? a musky-solid-sweaty scent and it certainly wasn?t female or the D'Mourirs either. She wrinkled her nose and then smiled her toothy grin onwards to her Sister. Bobbie's head was directed into a different direction, licking his tongue out and tasting the cold air.

?What?s up? Standing out here all by yourself you could have sworn you are missing the pretty boy already or something?? She wiggled an eyebrow along with her teasing words. But the fact she was here was due to another reason, ?Bobbie could taste something of another man somewhere-? Nodding off out of the grounds, ?Out there? Want me to trail him?? Of course in the end she?d probably end up trailing the stranger anyway. Laufeia was just cool like that. "I can probably assume Trixie can smell him already... This one's a smelly ugly male."

"Stubborn? Well, I suppose we were all like that once, hey?" She smiled and then roughed up Issy's hair idly with a gloved hand. "She and the D'Mourirs will be fine. I talked with him a few times and I believe he can handle himself. If anything..." She thumb pointed in the direction of where she had been stareing off too previously. "I won't worry about that stranger. I'll keep an eye on him..." Smirking as she wandered away and back to her walk of the grounds, "I'm gonna stay up and patrol the grounds tonight. If you need me I'll be around here somewhere... Or out trailing our spy. Or whatever."