Lenally knew what was coming the second he moved his arm. She knew better than to cry, at least in public. Not that she cried that much to begin with when she got punched, not anymore. She'd toughened up enough to take hits as well as a man. She felt her head snap to the side, not even raising a hand to caress the area now stinging. She knew that the marks of the rings would be there, but they would fade by morning.<br/><br/>"Yes father....forgive me." she said, briskly, but obediently.<br/><br/>She quietly went to sit by Henrik, silent until she would find an excuse to leave.