"I don't know!" Aery said, more strongly now. "I don't know. They were wearing masks, full-face masks that were blood-red and gilded and jeweled and looked like they were screaming in pain. I don't remember anything else. It was a man and a woman. The one who actually grabbed me, he wasn't one of the ones hurting me, he just grabbed me first, and he kept behind me while we were fighting and then he knocked me out with some sort of poison." To Celaena, she reached out her hand. "Celaena, don't cry, don't cry please please. It was my fault. I was stupid and slow and it's not your fault."