Masako had indeed fled the princess' room after she'd gone, knowing that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to get caught in there at night.  But in the haste to slip out unnoticed, she'd left the dress where it was and was now back to wandering the corridors; thinking about what Diane had told her.  "Maybe I'm the wrong person for this job. I'm just too much like the tundra at times, frozen and unyielding about what I hold close." she muttered, leaning up against the wall next to a torch that was illuminating that area.  "Oh well, worse comes to worse I can just slip out without anyone else noticing, not like i"d be missed."