Amora stood behind Drinian when Lotor was brought in. He certainly did not look pleased at her. Lotor was quick to lie about the entire ordeal, saying she forced herself upon him. Amora looked elsewhere, she didn't want to be there, not in the same room with him, at least.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Servant Amora; what punishment would ye have servant Hilda to carry out on Lotor for trying to hurt you?"</span>Amora froze, not sure what to do. She wasn't a cruel person, she didn't want to see anyone get hurt, even if they fully deserved it. Lotor hadn't done all of what they assumed he did, and she didn't want to be the cause of someone suffering. Even if it was Lotor. "My lord, I..." her lip quivered, not knowing what to say. She covered her face with her hands, turning away, "I can't" she whispered, shaking her head. She was crying again. Her father raised her to be kind, even if he had sinned on a daily basis, for her.