"Love you, too." She's very groggy, but she's staying awake, so that's good.

They get maybe half way down, when they're met by half the Royal Guard, and her father and brother. Graham, who's as broad as Eames, even in his older age, reaches for his daughter, scooping her out of Eames' arms. Alexander, in turn, loops Eames' arm over his shoulders, taking his weight, for the trek back to the castle.

Rosella is put to bed in her room, with her mother watching over her, and Eames taken to his. There's a flurry of doctors, in and out, and for a couple of hours. Finally, things get quiet. Alexander pokes his head into the room, glances around to make sure the coast is clear.

"She's alone if you want to go see her. Mother's been convinced to let her rest, without a watchdog."