Amora was curled up at the foot of the bed when Hilda came back. She looked up at the door opening and shut her eyes tight, expecting Lotor to come waltzing in to finish what he started. Hilda sat down on the bed beside the girl, and asked her, "What happened?"<br/><br/>"He...h-he tried to..." She couldn't say it, she didn't want to.  Hilda stroked her head comfortingly, though Amora still wanted to cry. She heard the door open a second time. She couldn't look Drinian in the eyes after this. Hilda shooed him out. She tried comforting the girl quietly, though Amora just wanted to be left alone. Her master returned again, Hilda wasn't pleased at his lack of discrepancy. She put a rose colored dress by Amora, "Here, I'll let you change in peace." She turned around; it wasn't much privacy, but it was enough.<br/><br/>The dress fit her better than the rags she was wearing. Hilda brought her back to her own room, apologized yet again, and promised the girl one thing: "If Lotor takes a step towards this room, I will make sure he won't want to again."<br/><br/>Amora lay in the bed, but her eyes were fixed on the door. She wasn't going to sleep any time soon. She let out a sigh and decided to do something. The steps creaked under her bare feet, Hilda looked over at her somewhat confused. "My lord I'm sorry about all of this." She muttered, bowing her head. "What are you apologizing for?! If anyone should be sorry it should be me!"