"How are you holding up in there? How are you feeling?" Princess Alexia asks gently. It was the middle of the night and she knew perfectly well that there was a prisoner in the palace. She knew for sure that he was a thief, but she wanted to see if he was at least okay. She had wondered all the way downstairs, where the prison was held and was currently kneeling in front of his cell, looking over at him. She had a few items in a basket, food and a blanket if he got cold. She was sad that he was in prison and hoped he would be let out soon. She rubs at her eyes and then stretches, she was willing to sit out and talk to him as long as he needed, because she was the kind hearted type of princess.