Josephine was busy trying to explain most of what was going on to Sir Williams and his wife, making sure they knew Raoul was not a threat. When she heard him move, his soft and quiet voice catching her ear, she turned and scurried over towards the couch where he lay. "You passed out, I barely convinced Alyxander to let you come here. His limits are strict, but he at least promised to not harm you." She threw a warning glance to Alyx, who was sitting at the bottom of the staircase. Josephine smiled and brushed his hair out of his face, his skin still burning up with fever. "I shall be right back, my dear. Don't move around too much, you may strain your stitches." With that she got to her feet, rushing up the stairs and returning after a minute or so with a slightly damp cloth, placing it gently over Raoul's forehead. "There, a little better? Madam William, is the tea almost ready?" "Almost, sweetheart." The two grown-ups exchanged a curious look, as she had never shown so much care for anyone. Alyx had told them Raoul was the prince, and they were equally as edgy and untrusting; luckily not nearly as violent at the young man was.