In the hallway, Quell is on his knees with his head buried in his hands. He looks up at Margaret, his face wet from tears; he struggles to keep his voice level, "I am sorry I yelled at you, maiden."

Margaret lowers her head, unable to maintain his gaze, "I understand, Prince Quell. I have cleaned her up and she is resting in bed now. She will be out for quite a while."

"Thank you, Margaret," he whispers, his voice tormented, crushed.

She can feel herself breaking, her eyes burning with the threat of tears. With a nod, she excuses herself so that she can leave before she adds anymore...