You approached Yvain, fulfilling your duty as the his concubine, dressing in the finest silks to appease him. But He was not himself that evening.

The pressures of the empire, the nobles, and his immortality weighed heavily on him. His usual controlled demeanor was replaced with an agitated restlessness. His erratic movement is hurting you. He stopped when he saw your pain, covering his guilt with coldness.

"Such fragility, If you can't handle your tasks, perhaps you shouldn't be here."