"No, no," said Henry, raising his hands. "These things occurred, these people were injured under my roof. I may no longer be a regent, but I was the host, and if I was not able to provide sufficient sanctuary, then at least I owe my guests full knowledge of the events of the night."
He sighed, stood closer to Sonya's bed and patted her hand. "No doubt your doctors would prefer that I leave you to your rest and recuperation. Shall I still try to have further contraband pastries smuggled to your room?"