Josephine didn't move for a moment, then glanced over towards where the guards had been. They had left not long before, having given up on trying to fix the plate and check for her missing piece. She retrieved the glass and went over towards Raoul. She wasn't tall enough to reach the hook, but she could at least reach just above Raoul's wrists to cut the ropes. After a bit of sawing through the rope, it snapped, and she instantly moved to support him. She knew his leg was badly injured, sprained if not broken, from before. Putting the glass aside, deciding she could use it as a weapon if the guards returned and tried hurting Raoul again. Her arms wrapped gently and carefully around the badly battered and beaten prince, whimpering with sadness. Rays of light began to shine in through the window soon enough, as night had passed and dawn was approaching. Yet there was no sign, and barely hope, for rescue.