Sophia glanced up at the guard, her eyes wide and more than a bit fearful. A description of the man. That much she could do, but she didn't want to think about him. She began to stutter out the words. "He... he was..." She took a deep breath and clenched her fists. She had to manage a description, at least. "Short blonde hair. He wore mostly black, all ripped and tattered. He had a black bandana around his face, but it got taken off. His mouth... his mouth was sewn shut, but he was talking, and the rest of his face looked like it'd been... burned or something." The grisly image of the man held in her mind. She could see him staring into her soul. She shivered. "He first approached us in Gareth's quarters, but we fled through the window. My bodyguard stayed behind... Then... Then we ran for a while, and stopped in the garden. He showed up again there. Gareth and Eva fought to hold him off, and whatever they did worked, because he apparently fled. I was running away, so I didn't see exactly what happened." She had felt a hand clutch her shoulder rather tightly when Eva's name was mentioned. That was right, she wasn't supposed to talk about that. She glanced towards the ground. "That's all I really saw..."

 Eva kept quiet during the Princess' recounting of their night, reaching out to touch her when her own name was mentioned. A lady-in-waiting fighting an attacker would raise questions, questions she didn't feel particularly comfortable answering. She looked towards Gareth, hoping the boy would fill in the blanks the Princess had left out. She hoped the guards would be able to help them, but she had a hunch the man was long gone by now, injury or no.