Quietly she observed with a placid gaze that did not speak or give way to her emotions. When the tension began to rise then and only then did she speak up.
Still she was in the dark concerning what had happened. Softly she touched Tenel Ka's arm her gaze softening. "Let us step inside, would you care for a drink?" There was a very old bottle of cognac in the cabinet, Viktor swore by it. A drink to soothe the soul and calm frazzled nerves, he would say.
Guiding the woman with the tear filled eyes into the house she led her to the large plush seating inside.