[Suzerain of Sheol]

"What the hell kind of assumption is that! Put me down!" Tsae reflexively blinks out of his grasp, landing near the base of the stairs and leaving behind an equally-outraged phantasm of herself in his arms. She has the presence of mind remaining to check her surroundings, though from the sound of it the chaos was mostly confined to the courtyard right now.

Tentatively standing on her hurt leg -- the pain's finally starting to die down -- and brushing her disheveled hair out of her face, Tsaerri tosses a glare at her "rescuer". "Are you suicidal? Never do that again! And no, you can't keep that one." Her phantasm dissolves in a burst of ephemeral butterflies.

Taking a deep breath and wiping the nervous sweat from her brow, she asks him, "Okay, so feel like telling me what the hell is happening here? Why do we have paramilitary sweeping this house? Caudecus planning to kill the Queen?"

I don't feel like Demmi is getting assassinated at this point...