Allen entered the room, nodding at Cecilia as she brushed past. He spotted that the basin of cold water had not been touched. He resisted making a suggestion to the princess's attire as he bowed, "My lady, the basin of water is meant for your injured ankle." He clasped his hands behind his back as the maids scuttled around before adding in a monotone, "Would you like me to pick your dress or are you fine with meeting the prince of Marlon in that?" He clenched his hands into fists behind his back so as to avoid pointing at the dress. Â