His question made her tense. Was he? Eyes widening, she looked to him in shock. "I...I don't know," she finally said uselessly. "I hope not. I...I wouldn't wish this on anyone. If he was able to escape prison...the way the Count was..." Her hands began to shake at all the implications of that, but she forced herself onward. "Then I would hope that he was able to...find somewhere outside of all this. No matter what, he deserves...better than this. Better than what he had."
Taking a slow, shaky breath, she pressed a hand to her forehead as the tears began to come. "I'm sorry," she whispered.