Josephine did not speak for a while, just remained trembling and crying in Raoul's arms. All the happiness was yet again gone from her eyes. After a few more minutes, her tears began to run out again, leaving her shaking and gasping to catch her breath and calm herself down. She didn't trust her voice, so she only nodded. She leaned more into his comforting embrace rather than trying to struggle away now, just wanting all of this torment to be over; to go back to sleep, perhaps, and wake up again calm and happy. Safe. "Y-you do not think me a whore, for what happened? For what I've d-done?"