'What happened?!', Ithawda sputters, outraged. Looking bedraggled, still wearing her outfit from the masquerade minus the wig & mask, she is pale & tired.
'Were you not there?', she hisses, fury sparking from her eyes.
'If I'd have known that not bowing to Her Grace', said with disdain, 'or speaking out against her actions would have gotten me broughten up on such ludicrous charges, I'd not have attended.'
Visibly settling herself, like a bird straightening her feathers, Ithawda draws a deep breath with eyes closed, she regains her composure.
'I'll tell you what happened, from my point of view. But first, since I've not seen anything but the inside of a lightless, airless room, I would appreciate a chance to clean up, change my gear, see my mate, & be told the truth about what has happened, what I'm really being held for. Not some ridiculous story about being bitten. But if you don't want this bandied about town may I suggest dealing with the pages & send them away. Warn her grace to be wary of her "guard". He should be dealt with swiftly.'