Constans waited beside his brother (unsurprisingly) without protest as events unfolded, the two Ledaals just about a dozen feet away from the action and with a few more than a dozen people crammed into the space between. It was as though he really was just a boy again, the grip on his arm restraining him every bit as effectively as the same gesture would have when he was a misbehaving eight year old. It wasn't a matter of not being able to slip out... it was knowing when you'd truly been had. That he was now an adult, nearly as tall and physically powerful as his elder brother, mattered not at all. He stood there and let himself be held by the bicep like a misbehaving child. Apparently, he still knew when he'd been had.
Even herded up the stairs, the Tranquil remained silent. As the brothers passed the door before their own in the short hallway, a man's limp body flopped out into the hallway. There was a pause, a noise of feminine irritation, and the unconscious man was followed immediately by a second. The second didn't make it quite all the way out of the room. A dainty woman's foot emerged, prodded the man's leg with obvious distaste until it lay on the other side of the threshold, and disappeared again. The door slammed behind it.
"I believe you will find," came Enchanter Thais' voice, muffled by the door and very icy indeed, "that neither has been permanently damaged, and that I acted in self defense."
"We will inform Ser Alderic," Constans intoned, blinking owlishly over his shoulder at Thais' door until Luka pulled him into their own room.