Though Vedette's rank was Captain she hardly every felt right ordering anyone around. She was sworn in blood to the crown of Faustben, but not like these men were. This men who dedicated themselves completely. It was something she could never completely do and Ithunvel understood that. Sometimes she had to go away, sometimes she thought of never returning but always did. She owed Ithunvel her life, and she owed this country everything for that. She could not order those men to stand down, but she did stand there awkwardly herself.
One part of her wanted to shove Skandra off Ithacles, the other part of her wanted to help Skandra detain Ithacles. This sort of blind rage didn't happen often, and it wasn't that Ithacles was a God, but he was a good fighter. Thankfully he was not skilled in magic or one of these men would be on fire right now. Her gaze was as calm as she could make it but she felt anything but calm right now.
This was a bunch of.. chaos.
If there was some way to convey that they should go somewhere private without letting everyone in the hall know that they needed to sit Ithacles down. He needed to calm down. Throwing this anger at his father would have been..
Well, Vedette would have been very torn about how to react.
"We should go." She said as softly as she could, hoping neither would argue.