Eyeing the girl warily, again with that nagging self-loathing, Morr answered, the voice impassive, precise, mechanical "I did indeed, child."<br/><br/>Sitting up, carefully as not to move his upper body too much, Morr rose from the bed. Grabbing his blade, he unseated himself, coming to stand on his feet.<br/><br/>Slowly, he began to walk towards the girl, every step forced, drawing the sword out of its scabbard, ramming it into the stone-floor before her, he knelt, head bowed "I had been lax in my duty to you, Ma- milady, surrendered to my cowardish fear and left you in the care of a man I did not even know to the slightest extent, any matter of circumstance could not have justified this, and any matter of malevolent action he could have acted upon you should have been my fault alone. For this, I must beg you for either forgiveness or punishment- milady, and your unharmed presence does not free me of this responsibility." forcing himself to look up at her directly, Morr asked "What shall be your verdict?"