bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Beth did her best not to show quite how flustered she was at the fact that Constans was already most of the way unclothed when she looked back, just barely managing to keep herself from gaping in surprise by pressing her mouth into a thin line of irritation. This was such wholly inappropriate behavior. He may not have cared, but she was very conscious of what this could possibly look like to others. Nevermind that nothing had actually gone on and that the more suspicious thing was that they looked like they were covering up a murder, but she would not have anyone thinking that Bethen Avilla snuck boys up into her room at odd hours in the morning for the purposes of getting them naked and into her bathtub, or anywhere else, for that matter. She did not have that reputation and did not need it, either.
She moved as quickly as possible to get her dirty robes off and the clean ones on, very pointedly not looking at his side of the room as she did so, so as to both hide her painfully embarassed expression and to maintain her modesty. In fact, she continued to determinedly avoid making any kind of visual contact with him even after she was finished dressing herself. Quickly checking that nothing looked amiss in the vanity mirror, she moved to the gap between the stone bricks and the bookshelf that made up her third wall. Her eyes were fixed upon a point on the unreachable ceiling as she whispered, "I'll be back with your clothes. Don't make too much noise or a mess with splashing." Not that it really needed to be said, as he wasn't a small child, but after all of the trouble he'd gotten himself into so far, Beth felt compelled to keep chiding him like he was one, anyway.
With that, she turned quickly on her heel and slipped out the door into the corridor. Bethen paused after she closed it behind her and leaned back, resting her head against the wood and taking a deep breath to steel herself. So far, so good, but there was still an entire flight of stairs to conquer, not to mention a few more rounded hallways until reaching the apprentice dormitory. And even if she came back from that mission without incident, there was still another part to this in disposing of evidence. Hopefully no one had come to her work station in the time spent moving Constans and gotten concerned by it. As for the robes, hers weren't in nearly as bad shape as his, but she couldn't very well stash his somewhere under her bed. Maybe a fire pit in the kitchen? Or an experiment in the Laboratory?
"One thing at at time, Beth," she muttered, exhaling and clearing her thoughts. Then it was on through the stockroom (in which she nearly jumped out of her skin when she finally noticed the old Tranquil Owain standing there, who fit right in with the silent statues around him), down the stairs, around the bend to the Apprentice Quarters...and past a few Templars. Even if she had no reason to worry, the Mage felt her legs lock into place as she tried to come up with excuses for why she would be there, if any of them even bothered to ask. As she went by with a smile and a softly spoken 'good morning', two out of three didn't do much more than incline their helmeted heads and respond in kind.
But there was still one sentinel by the door to Constans' room. And of course, it had to be the one she wanted to see the least (aside from the Knight-Commander himself, anyway) at that moment. There was no way around him, though. She greeted the young man as cheerfully as she could muster, "Good morning, Aurin."