Maybe it was something about being watched or maybe it was the subtle smell of blood but Kaa'mina starts to stir only after the Prince's tumble and recovery. Her brow creases slightly then smooths as her lashes part slowly. It's obvious her focus is coming together gradually, gaze centered low around Levine's knees as she blinks a few times. Then her head kinda loosely swings up, making her body balance a bit too far back causing her frame to sway a bit in its seated position. Something about her movements show such exhaustion that her motions are much like a drunk. It takes a second for her to recognize who stands before her and she reaches to push up a pair of glasses which she no longer has therefore oddly poking herself in bridge of her nose. She shakes her head a little bit whilst lowering her hand and blinks a few more times. Unlike many in the house this maid does not react with any of the shock, horror, or any other objectionable emotion to his returned presence, in fact she gives a sleepy smile. "Ohhhhh, 'ello th'r your Highness." Her groggy briton tongue lulling some of her pronunciation away, punctuated by a yawn at the end which she covers with her hand.
With senses like a little bloodhound her gaze narrows in on the smear of bright red. Worry lights up on her features bringing her quickly to unsteady feet. Only now do other things settle in as she starts to realize her surroundings. She pulls a small freshly pressed and folded white handkerchief with lace trim from her right pocket and offers it to Levine to wipe his face. "I'm sorry, are you alright? Do you need any assistance?" He looks a mess but who is she to speak on that? Her hand holding the wisp of cloth is trembling slightly and she lacks any color to her whatsoever, hinting to her hungered state. And yes, Levine's blood might smell so very delicious, but she's resisted worse while in a starved state. If there is one thing this little maid has in addition to loyalty, it's an iron will. Those two traits combined fight and quash the hunger that grips her stomach almost painfully, pushing those thoughts aside a bit longer.
It's obvious Kay is trying very hard to gain her wits so she can appear capable of giving him aid. She finds it easier to summon strength to help someone else than to push herself for the things she needs. Her stance is a little wider than her normal dainty posture to keep her from wobbling while on her feet. She moves forward, holding out a hand invitingly but making sure not to touch him; it is neither her right nor place to be allowed to touch Levine, but should he want support her hand shall be there and she'll do what she can.
With senses like a little bloodhound her gaze narrows in on the smear of bright red. Worry lights up on her features bringing her quickly to unsteady feet. Only now do other things settle in as she starts to realize her surroundings. She pulls a small freshly pressed and folded white handkerchief with lace trim from her right pocket and offers it to Levine to wipe his face. "I'm sorry, are you alright? Do you need any assistance?" He looks a mess but who is she to speak on that? Her hand holding the wisp of cloth is trembling slightly and she lacks any color to her whatsoever, hinting to her hungered state. And yes, Levine's blood might smell so very delicious, but she's resisted worse while in a starved state. If there is one thing this little maid has in addition to loyalty, it's an iron will. Those two traits combined fight and quash the hunger that grips her stomach almost painfully, pushing those thoughts aside a bit longer.
It's obvious Kay is trying very hard to gain her wits so she can appear capable of giving him aid. She finds it easier to summon strength to help someone else than to push herself for the things she needs. Her stance is a little wider than her normal dainty posture to keep her from wobbling while on her feet. She moves forward, holding out a hand invitingly but making sure not to touch him; it is neither her right nor place to be allowed to touch Levine, but should he want support her hand shall be there and she'll do what she can.
