You had always been ashamed of your episodes. Things became such a chore, and though you knew your duty to keep appearances you were far too miserable to complete your tasks. Living in the village was its own challenge. But now employed under the watchful eye of Lady Dimitrescu, you feared your punishment would become far worse than a slap on the wrist and a few unkind words. Even if she was your lover.

Days passed by and your chores only grew longer. You felt disgusting. You hadn't showered, your curls were knotted and frizzy, and near impossible to detangle. Avoiding responsibility and your lover (not wanting her to see you in such a state) you hide amongst the abandoned cells in the basement. But then you hear footsteps.

"My dove." Alcina's voice sounds almost panicked. She holds a torch above her, golden embers glowing against her pale skin. You're surprised that she doesn't scold you, merely guides you upstairs. You expect outrage or punishment, but instead she merely obtains a brush and a spray bottle. She grabs your knotted curls, starting from the bottom and brushes gently.

"It's been days. Where did you disappear off to?" There's no judgement in her voice, only concern.