The Baron tries gently leading her to his tower.

She's not actively resisting him, but her legs aren't cooperating except with the general theme of shuddering.

"It does you no good to be disobedient, my swan."

"I can't move. I am too afraid. I can't." She swallows, and says, "If you pick me up I can't do anything about that."

Etty shrinks into herself and pretends not to exist and shivers.

She can do that all she wants; the end result is the same.

After a little while, Nona shows up.

"Hi," Etty murmurs.

"Hi," says Nona.

"- I heard you screaming, today. And I also flew by your window at an inopportune time."

"I scream a lot when he's around. What was inopportune about it?"

"I believe I mentioned people don't usually talk about one of your pastimes. They also don't tend to want witnesses."

"Oh, that," says Nona. "I don't mind if you watch that."

"...Oh."

She shrugs.

"...Why not?"

"I don't know, why would I?"

"It's - private. Usually."

"Well, I guess I don't care about that."

"...Okay."

"Why, do you want to watch?"

"...No. Not soon, anyway." Etty wraps her arms around her knees and one cold shiver runs through her.

"Okay," says Nona.