Samsul continued to walk in silence after hid words. He felt bad that he or his parents couldn't be there to help the king as it happened, but it's in the past and there isn't anything he can do to change it. He sighed lightly, following her as they returned to the halls of the Palace and stopped as Anastasia did when they passed the painting. If he remembered right, the paining was made soon after the King and Queen were married, seeing as they looked pretty young in the picture. They also had small smiles on their faces, and the princess was probably right in her observations.

The Lost Elf turned to the princess and looked at her, bowing slightly but keeping eye contact. "Should we be heading to the dining hall now, Anastasia? I don't think that you've had anything to eat since last night, and even if you still are a little ill, food is still necessary."