He was such a cute boy. Romilda wondered if she was his girlfriend how she managed to get him to like her. He was so good looking and wasn't he a singer? "I'm sorry," she said again. He looked upset. She wanted to go and give him a hug for some reason. "I really am. I don't know what happened. I'm really sorry. Please stop looking so upset." Romilda didn't want Ioan to look sad. She wanted to know why things didn't make any sense.
Romilda walked into the room a bit more and sat down on a red velvet chair with lions carved into the legs. "I read my whole journal. I.. I don't remember anything that happened, but you seem like you really, really care about me."