Samsul assisted in pulling the princess up from her seat, but, still being gentle about the whole situation since she was royalty after all.

The Lost Elf led her to her room without a word and glanced over at the two maids who stood in the middle of the room. As the two of the entered the large room, Samsul stepped off to the side, watching calmly as one of the maids ran off to find a bucket. He was actually glad to see that he wouldn't be the only one following the Princess direct orders from now on, and their existence meant that Samsul did not have to carry out every simple and petty whim when she had two young maids at her service to do all of that.

As an act of respect, Samsul turned around to face away from the large closet, he was a decent man after all and only turned around as he could hear the doors of the closet opening up, revealing Anastasia to him in a night gown. Although it was a nice gown, the first thing to take his notice was her lighter tone of skin, telling her that she was obviously sick and not just trying to get out of the feast. He stood there for a brief moment before rushing to her side as soon as she collapsed on the couch, standing next to the maids. 

After the bucket was handed to her he was somewhat glad to know that she still saw herself as just a commoner. He wasn't saying in any way that she was lower than him, but he has seen before that wealth and royalty corrupts even the greatest minds. He didn't want for the woman before him to turn in to one of the people out in the dining hall that Queen Elena despises with a passion. His eyes moved to a maid and looked at her calmly. "Please get her a glass of water, maybe two." He ordered calmly and watched as she quickly left the room like she did last time.