Auguste looked up when he saw Tilda walk into the room. He was relieved to see that she appeared to be just fine. He was glad that Raqiza hadn't been to hard on the poor girl. He was garbed in a new set of robes himself and he appeared just as regal as he didn't know he usually appeared to be. The robes were loose fit comfortably, but they were uncomfortably flashy.<br/><br/>He got to his feet and walked over to where Tilda was standing. He could see the blush on her cheeks and he smiled. He reached out and grasped her cheek, while also using a finger tip to push her chin up so that she was looking up into his eyes.<br/><br/>"You don't have to be afraid of me, Tilda," he whispered, softly. "I don't knwo what sort of person my mother is or how she is to you, but I'm not going to be that kind of person. I just....if we were friends, then I want to get back what we had." He knew he was likely breaking some sort of rule by touching her cheek, but he didn't care. There were so many silly rules it seemed, but maybe he was able to find them silly because of his amnesia.<br/><br/>He released her though after a moment. Even if he didn't care about the rules he didn't wish to make her feel uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"So all I want to know is....what am I to you? Or what was I? I know you're a servant but I know we had to have something more than a typical servant/master relationship....."