Altenna's silence keeps the words Varya wants so desperately to scream at the world at bay. Instead, her sobs grow into full blown tears that slide down her slender cheeks and soak her expensive white sheets, tiny diamond swirls cutting into her face. Her chest heaves against her bed, shaking its frame, as her slim figure rocks uncontrollably, torturous misery rattling every fibre of confidence that had defined her back in the Eternal Hall. Her weeping, however, is joined by the sounds of another -- but unless Altenna has suddenly turned into a young boy, it wasn't her best friend's.
Slowly, almost cautiously, Varya pulls herself up and off of her bed, her pink cheeks doused in tears, her icy eyes pink and swollen. Her jaw tightens as she turns around to find Schiavo, the little boy whose parents had sold him to a life in the castle, the little boy she was sure she'd heard weeping in the hallway on their way to her chambers, collapsed against the closed and locked door of her bedroom, a look of horror behind his own pair of waterfalls.
"Oh, you poor child," she whispers to herself. Her heart pangs painfully at the sight of him there, beside himself at the base of her door, staring up at her as though she might devour him at him presence, soaked in his own tears and his own fear...
It brings only more tears to her own eyes. She leaves her bed and crosses her lavish room. She sinks to her knees at his side, and before she can even bring herself to consider the repercussions -- and there would be, if anyone found out her secret... but he was a little boy, a scared little boy, who needed comfort right now just as much as she -- she pulls him into a tight hug, one hand against the back of his head, pressing the both of them close together. She even leaves a kiss on his forehead.
"D-.. don't cry," she says to him, her voice soft, sweet, and kind... so unlike the one she wields upon her throne. "Don't cry... nothing to b-be afraid of... n-n-no one is going to h-hurt you..."