Beatrice doesn't have more words for the moment. She buries her face into Battler's chest and sniffle for a while longer, content to hold onto him and be held. She can let his presence be assurance enough that she won't be alone. That he's here, that he understands.

That he sees her for who she is and loves her in spite of it. After a few long minutes of this she finally removes her face so she can peer up at Battler, eyes red from crying.

"You could have gotten sent to be torn to pieces by goats or something else awful. You never know with Lady Lambdadelta and Lady Bernkastel. But they were probably going to leave you in the court, pinned like a butterfly. I don't know how you managed to get out of that..."