He had responded to her voice immediately, walking into the room and beaming her a wide smile. It faded slightly as he looked at her. Something felt wrong in the air, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He shrugged it off entirely, deciding it was just worry for his mother, something that was very soon to be alleviated. Before he sat down at the table, however, Marken walked over to a small cabinet, opening it up. Two small bottles of wine, intended for drinking throughout the day, were on a rack, the rest of the slots empty or holding empty, though pretty looking, bottles. He chose on at random, pulling it out and retrieving two glasses.

"Figured we could celebrate curing my mothers illness with a couple glasses of wine!" He set a glass in front of Ella, and the other near it, indicating that he intended to sit right next to her. With a clearly practiced hand, he pulled the cork out of the bottle, allowing it to drop to the table with a light clicking of wood bouncing around, before pouring them both a glass halfway to the top. The prince set the bottle down then, before pulling a chair up to be near Ella, close enough that he could reach over and touch her, or something similar.

He took a long draft of his wine, savoring the almost too sweet taste of it, before swallowing it down with a satisfied "Ah." Looking to Ella, his face took on a more serious tone. "Her symptoms, from what I could tell in her sleep, are simple. Coughing fits, erratic, and weak, breathing, fever, and I would guarantee pain and exhaustion are there too. She was out cold when I walked into her room. Does it sound familiar?" He had a very hesitant tone in his voice, bringing his hand up to fiddle with the amulet around his neck, displayed proudly to the world.