The gentle maid that brought in some garments for Sybil seemed polite, but even as the soft knock and even softer footsteps drew closer, he could feel every muscle in her body tense up. He offered up a calm thanks to the maiden, and wasn't surprised at the quality of the service, even now. But even as the young vampire walked away, he could feel the woman under his hand struggling to accept her situation. "The maid has brought you some nightwear, I'll leave you to get dressed. I'll be right outside the hall, alright?" Keeping his own tone as soft as he could, he slowly stood up, feeling the magic running off his skin as he brought his feet out of the water.<br/><br/>Turning around, Sybil's mouth was agape, she knew even now she didn't want him to leave. But with the way he'd averted his gaze from her form, she knew he was trying to do the respectful, no, the princely thing by letting her dress alone. Yet, the absence of his hand was cold on her shoulder, and even the soothing nature of the bath didn't help calm her nerves. The only thing she took comfort in was the fact she had her magic now, unlike the dungeon, but the warm stone the bath was set in hardly seemed any different to her than the barren floor of the leech's dungeons. She wasn't even comfortable slipping into the admittedly soft fabrics that made up the gown. Despite it's simplicity, it was still probably more expensive than any she'd ever worn, and the thought of her reveling in this vampire Queen's wealth was sickening.<br/><br/>"Elara," Cyne whispered as he walked out of the door, knowing full and well that the vampiress would hear her while the mage in the bath wouldn't, "If we could keep our shared night out of her mind, I'd be greatly appreciative." The freedom he'd felt, completely separated from his father's kingdom was came tumbling down in his mind, Sybil's appearance a complicating one. As the heir to the throne, he knew that she'd never accept that he'd slept with the vampiress so easily, and he didn't know if she'd react harshly. Even to just women that would try to gain his hand at balls would sometimes incur the mage's fury. Although he'd never thought much of it before, he now questioned whether or not that was just because she only expected the best for him, or if she had ulterior motives.