She had failed. Here, at the height of her success, she had failed again, and now it had costed her freedom, Ami’s freedom, and her honour. She had been duped. The sun set, the fire burned out, and the only break in the darkness came from the candlelight in the hall outside that shone through the crack of the door. Then, after hours of holding it back, preventing herself from completely collapsing, she let go, burying her face in her claw, letting out a shuddering breath as she sobbed quietly in the night.