Your hot bile won't let you stay alone in the room any longer; you need to see the luxurious halls where you're meant to entertain, and the faces of the elites who will soon be cheering your name. [+Bile]
One pressing question remains, though, as you make fit to leave. "What am I to do with you," you think aloud, looking at Brute.
You simply cannot fathom bringing the beast with you to the Court tonight. Maybe in a future where the beast is trained and somewhat civilized—and wearing an adorable hat—it can join you in the halls of power; but right now there is too much at stake for you to countenance the risk.
You must leave it here for the time being. But how, exactly?