The girls went back to debating what to do between each other, interspersed with small bouts of shaking the Princes even more, all while the honourguards looked on at their sovereigns, powerless to help. None of them noticed how Zelac’s countenance had slowly shifted as he continued to look on at the thrashing Princes. With a window to think now available to him, his brow began to furrow in concentration as his alchemical and medical training began to kick in. He’s dealt with intense nightmares before, and knew of solutions to try. But his treatment planning was arrested as his recollection of past patients slowed, zeroing into the memory of one zebra in particular.