Josephine curled her fingers into her hair, wincing at Raoul's cry, though it was muffled greatly by her efforts. After a few moment, she opened her eyes a bit, lowering her hands. Her lips parted to speak, but she heard the scuffle of the guards; obviously they had also heard Raoul's pained cry... it hadn't been overly loud, but no doubt they were nearby. Josephine moved back away from the bars of her cell, fixing her dress again over her chest. "What is with all the racket? What has happened?" "The prince had a broken leg, he has fixed it."