Rapunzel doesn't sleep well, and she does wind up wrapped up in her hair overnight like a golden-cocooned butterfly. She's still dozing fitfully when the sun comes up.
"Do I just say I don't want to hug her if she tries - or before she tries - or - what?"
"...hmm. I know how to handle that kind of thing, I'm not sure I know how to say how to handle that kind of thing."
"That's going to make it a lot harder for me to take your advice."
"Yeah. There's - a lot more to it than the parts that can be done or described using words. But I think, under the circumstances, if she tries to hug you you can say you don't want to or shake your head or move away, and that should cover it."
"Claribel?" she asks waveringly.
Their majesties take seats opposite Rapunzel and her companion. "I'm so sorry we never found you," murmurs Ranae. "We looked, we looked. Have - have you been okay?"
"If I'd tried to answer that question - two days ago not knowing what I know now - I would've said yes. It was - fine day to day. But I didn't meet anyone but Gothel and she was lying to me."
Rolan decides to start holding Rapunzel's hand. This seems like a positive contribution.
"But I had - you know, food and a roof over my head and books and things to do with my time."
"I don't know how good I am at any of it compared to anybody else, because there was no one to compare with, but I - sing, I play the piccolo, I had a couple of other instruments at home - I would really like it if I could get some of my things back, especially my old notebooks - I did a lot of craft projects. I cooked."
"We can send some people out to the tower and collect anything you want," says Cearl. "I think I'd rather you didn't stray far from the palace until Gothel's been brought in, and keep some guards with you if you do."