The sight of him loosens her grip on the long-handled snuffer, which falls with a clatter to the marble floor and she rushes to his side. Never at ease with initiating contact, for a moment she falters, hands hovering like she doesn't know what to do with them before one alights upon his cheek to make him look at her and the other grips his hand, heedless of the blood.

"Are you hurt?" She looks him over, trying to see any obvious injury, then turns to one of the other house slaves. Without needing to say anything, they hurry off, presumably to get help or to fetch whatever is necessary to clean up the blood. "Colin, Colin what happened?"