He didn't make words so much as a simple baffled noise. She was gone quite suddenly, as swiftly as she'd started the entire thing. Ithacles was left alone at The Squirrel with the warm spread over his chest growing cold by the second in the cold cellar.
He wiped his mouth and glanced over at the squirrel. It stared back at him with its slight smile and the eyes which seemed quite alive. The prince tossed his hands into the air and turned away. He spotted a half finished bottle of wine, the one she'd abandoned, and decided he might as well finish it. Perhaps somewhere in there he could figure out what the hell had just happened.