Shamir, and unfortunately no

He could hear the doorknob jiggling, and without even a moment's hesitation he grabbed Dorothea and pulled her into the wardrobe, snapping Rhea out of her trance not a moment too soon.

As Shamir stepped inside, she was immediately greeted by the sight of the naked Archbishop.

"Oh... Huh." She said in her usual, dry tone as she looked away from Rhea.

"Sorry about that, Lady Rhea." Shamir apologized.

"It is no trouble Shamir" Rhea answered as she picked up her clothes and covered herself, her face turning red.

"What... What was it you needed?"