Amos keeps his pistol raised, looking a bit more wide-eyed and frantic.

Amos: She has given me her trust to do as I must. WHATEVER I must.

A voice comes from behind Amos, startling him. It's Daphne, gently descending the rest of the staircase.

Daphne: Amos?

Amos quickly tucks the pistol and his cloak back into place, looking stunned. Daphne runs past him toward Euphemia.

Daphne: MOTHER! Oh, Sweet Cheline... Have you been bothering Lord Amos too?

Euphemia: BOTHERING? Hardly! He just said he was terribly BORED down here.

Euphemia leans around her, smiling, one eye cheerfully closed, the other fixated on Amos.

Euphemia: He asked me to keep him COMPANY until Halea comes down.

Amos locks his singular eye with hers, regarding her with a mix of terror and respect.

Daphne (offscreen): Mother, I highly doubt that... Fine. Whatever. Just PLEASE leave if he asks you to. I'm off to bed.

Amos (thinking): For your own safety and sanity, your Divinity... you'd better leave out the BACK.