The prince was, shockingly, left speechless by the woman's admissions. His eyes, pure and blue, gazed into her own curiously as she turned to leave, his own memories of parental disappointment and disapproval apparent in his expression. He half raised one hand to try and call her back, but it was too late. Kendrick shook his head and wondered if he had pushed her too far. His stomach churned with guilt, but the shadows of the forest swallowed the woman up before he could compose himself enough to apologize.

Still standing in the middle of the road, he heard the fearful or angry outcries from just past the trees. Kendrick glanced over his shoulder, knowing that he should just continue towards the palace, probably at a run, but something deep inside him kept him from dashing off. Instead, the prince found himself inching closer towards the sounds of the scuffle, trying his best to keep as quiet as possible. He was trained to sneak up on deer, watching his footfalls and moving slowly, letting the sounds of the wind through the branches and leaves to mask what little noise his movements did make. Leaning a sliver out from behind a large evergreen, he froze at the scene unfolding before him.

He was unarmed. He had no magic. And he might possibly have some broken ribs from the girl. And yet there he was, [b]wanting[/b] to help. He gulped nervously, but remained still and silent, hoping for answer...