That night, Selina slept in Silverstein's bedroom. She lay, cuddling him in her arms on his bed as he slept peacefully. He hadn't woken up since he fell asleep on Vorgath's rock bed, and worry gnawed at her. The only thing that calmed her was the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. It was what kept her mind from spiraling into despair. A maid came on the order of the king to call her to their matrimonial bedroom, but she didn't leave Silverstein's side. She had locked his door, determined to protect him.