Vashti nodded warily as she watched Shelley's actions. There was something so very off about this situation. The uneasiness, the excessive amount of blood on Shelley for her apparent lack of injuries, Lord Ishamael's sudden departure to the Restorer... Glancing about the room carefully, she saw the blood-stained knife.

Oh.

Oh my...

Unable to stop herself, Vashti inquired quietly, uneasily.

"Lady Shelley... di-did you stab, Lord Ishamael?"