Alyxander was caught a bit off guard by Raoul's willingness to tell him what was going on. He had expected the prince to be more defensive, to keep the guilty secret silent. The male nodded in understanding, though it concerned him even more that Josephine may be upset if she knew he had been told... what could possibly be so bad? Many ideas arose, but he hoped none of them were correct; they were terrible and devastating, but very possible given the situation she had been in not too long before. Alyx strode towards his room, standing aside to let Raoul into the room before shutting the door. The bedroom was empty except for a bed, a desk with a chair, and a small bookshelf. There was a door to the left of the entrance that opened to his closet. "So, what happened? She did not seem hurt upon your rescue. Is she alright?" His brown eyes were lit with honest concern for Josephine's sake.