Amora's warm embrace comforted the doubts and fears that Drinian had; he gently rest his hands on her arms soaking in the warmth of the moment.<br/><br/>Seeing the one he loved flinch at every whipping was very disconcerting; as a leader though, he knew he had to stand by his decision no matter what others may have thought.  He dismissed Amora to her room; but, the problem was that he could not really administer the punishment on his servant lest there was legal repercussions later.  Unfortunately, the whole Manor-Lord system, as unfair as it was at times, was all they had.<br/><br/>Lotor had returned to speak to Drinian as he requested.  Hilda just folded her arms.<br/><br/>"Lotor, what hurt have people caused you that you going after any and all girls?  You can tell me; your punishment is over."<br/><br/>But Lotor did not want to discuss the matter with someone he felt was self-righteous and pious.<br/><br/>Taking a flask from his coat pocket, he showed it to Lotor.  "You see this; I'm haunted day after day wanting to drink this.  Hilda and others have helped me, they are like my support system.  The difference between me and you is that I realized I was addicted.  How about you?  What can I do to help you?"<br/><br/>But again, no words came from Lotor's lips.  Drinian didn't know what else to say.  So he quipped, "Servants here don't have family; I'm going to change that.  You can be part of that family, or you can continue being that 'creepy' guy.  Its up to you."<br/><br/>With that, Lord Drinian went to bed.  The awkwardness of the whole evening put a damper on Drinian's spirit; he hoped Amora would forgive him for any ill feelings he created in her.  He decided not to awaken too early for breakfast in the morning.