Drinian decided that, after quickly peeking out the door, he closed it lest Hilda or one of the other servants heard Amora.  Then he looked around, seeing his newly distraught servant.  He wasn't completely sure what to do, and forming words to talk to her was seemingly difficult.<br/><br/>He looked into the closet for a moment and started playing with his deceased wife's dresses; he was actually just doing an odd task to fill space.  "While we have only known each other for a short time, I know that I have been an awful master to previous servant girls.  I was awful to my wife."  With this silence, he realized he had created an awkward atmosphere.<br/><br/>"Please forgive me Amora; please forgive me."  Drinian was now crying, and he was using one of his wife's old sweaters to wipe away the tears.  Then, he straightened up and stopped crying like a baby, though one could clearly see the hurt in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Here Amora, clean out these clothes from the closet and put them in the chest in the basement.  You need to clean up the closet, tomorrow we go to get you proper clothes from the tailor.  Unless of course you find anything you want to keep."  Then extending his hand, for he never really knew how to treat a woman, he said, "But first, let's finish dinner together."  He wasn't sure if she would take his hand; but he determined, he was not going to mistreat her like he did the others.