Naieves looked up and saw the fight was over and Hershel unconscious once more. She got up and walked over to Hershel, picking him up and putting him in the bed again. "I'm sorry I couldn't help." she said out loud to herself, taking a seat once again next to the bed she had put Hershel in. She lay her head down on the bed by his side. She listened to his faint breathing and broke down quietly crying not even knowing why she was crying. Perhaps it was just the pressure of everything finally breaking the bottle of which she had hid her emotions in.