What he didn't hear were her words. He did note her appearance, and it had his expression changing subtly from dread to anger. Caspian might not hold high affection for someone who drunkenly mauled him but he still bristled at the thought of any woman being abused. What sort of coward would strike a woman?
The weaker, fairer sex was to be protected and cared for, they were as fragile and delicate as the shattered glass on the floor...this would not be tolerated by the displaced king. Was crime so rampant in this city? He'd be keeping Susan much closer from here on out. Much.
As for Emma, Caspian took her by the shoulders and guided her back to the couch where he gently pushed her down towards the cushioned seating. Blood didn't bother him, he was more concerned with assessing her injuries and providing what field aide he knew. The glass could always be picked up later.
"Who did this to you?" He was gingerly touching her nose and relaxing as he realized it was not broken. Her shirt would not fair as well. Not used to the conveniences of modern medicine, he made due with what was on hand--he gripped the hem of her apparel and tore a sizable strip of cloth from it. This, he used to dab at her face and wipe away the worst of the blood. "How long ago did they leave?"
Could he catch them on foot? He'd relieve them of their life with his sword if he did.