Yorda looked at Duma, shocked. Why was he so sad? The princess stepped closer to him, distressed. Had she been the cause of his sorrow? "Please do not be sad," she begged him, tears filling her own eyes as she tenderly brushed Duma's tears away. "I am sorry. I do not know very much." She read the journal, nodding, and handed it back. "I lived away from the outside world until I came here, and my mother did not explain very much to me." She felt terrible, explaining it in such a manner, but her mother had stressed that her only purpose was to serve as her vessel - why would she need to learn, if she was only going to be subsumed?