Their laughs are mocking and arrogant, delighted by her humiliation. Her senses are hazy and she's giggling along with them, the faerie fruit making her feel this way.

At the first taste of salt, her precious savior, her senses slowly return. She was in her mortal undergarments surrounded by her tutor peers. Her breathing grows shallow as she glared at Cardan, before dashing away into the forest.