Jezin looked mildly exasperated for a moment. "Sponge cake, right..." He looked across the table at Payton, who continued playfully mocking him. He finished his drink and put on a smile. "Maybe you're right. How would you propose I go about 'lightening up', milady? I'm afraid most of my life has been all business." He leaned back in his chair and smirked. "Most. But not all." He winked, but left his goblet sitting on the table. He had drunk enough, at least for the moment. He glanced around the room. Despite the events of the day, most of the surrounding people seemed to be holding themselves together rather well. Perhaps Payton was right, perhaps he was taking things too seriously. No, after what he had seen earlier such a thing was impossible.

Sophia crossed her hands, listening to Sir Walden's story. It sounded like he used to be quite the warrior in his past, though the princess imagined he could still fight quite well if the situation called for it. The man's words of encouragement carried an almost sage-like wisdom. It was clear, despite his rough-and-tumble attitude, that he was also a smart man, at least in the ways of the world. The princess laughed as Sir Walden finished his story, imagining him literally twisting a man into a walking pretzel. She quietly wondered when they would be allowed to return to their rooms. She felt a bit of drowsiness creeping up on her, though she was uncertain if the terror she had faced earlier would return if she closed her eyes.