She sighs with a flutter of her lace garments, her hand rising to her chest. "Of course. I was not the only one that lamented your falling. Though so many are - "

The Crown Princess shakes her head, cutting herself off. Grief-stricken or at least greatly moved by his plight. "I fair well. Better now to see you whole. But, come - do not stand on ceremony here. Let us speak, now. Face to face."

She draws him in with a turn of her wrist, beckoning him to the seat across from her.