Approximately 40 minutes later, Lance, Rapunzel, Varian, and Eugene had sat down for tea. And although Eugene had originally told Rapunzel that the new scars didn't hurt, the skin around them had definitely become more sensitized overnight. But he didn't want Rapunzel to worry needlessly and he wasn't entirely sure if the sensation was real or if he was just hyper-aware and imagining things that weren't there. However, since their confrontation in Eugene's room, the presumed-healed wounds were even stinging and smarting somewhat, quite unlike before. Again, Eugene wrestled internally with the idea of telling her about what was happening or not. He finally decided that after tea, he should take Rapunzel aside and tell her about this latest development.

During the past several minutes, Eugene had barely touched even a morsel of his hors d'oeuvres, much less anything more substantial. That was not at all characteristic of his notoriously healthy appetite. At the present, he preferred instead to sip absently from the same cup of tea. Before long everyone at the table kept giving him surreptitious double-takes. Certain he must've been imagining it, Eugene turned away from the group and laid down his head, pillowing it against his elbow on the table…..and he was still barely touching that teacup.

Moderately taken aback by Eugene's abrupt change in mood, the rest of them simply let him alone for the time being. Although still a sensitive person, Eugene wasn't usually quite so moody anymore. In fact, Lance quite liked to tease Eugene about how his once formerly nihilistic professional thief friend had instead become a rather insufferable eternal optimist. The rest of the group wordlessly seemed to agree that whatever was happening would perhaps blow over soon and Eugene would be back to his normal self in no time.

Little did his friends know that at this very moment, Eugene had been additionally and shockingly swept up in the personal hell of biting back against rather sudden and excruciating pain emanating from his core. Red hot burning sensations now simultaneously emanated from and rippled outward from the new impalement scars; they had quickly forged a web of blazing pain over the entire surface of his skin. So rapidly tuned out was he that Eugene became practically oblivious to the world around him. As each corresponding wave of burning sensations caused him more pain, he subsequently had to fight mounting nausea, overheating, and dizziness. What was being fought from within him was now manifesting outwardly upon Eugene's face, deepening his complexion to an alarming shade of crimson. Something Eugene's friends hadn't yet witnessed was him taking on the shocking appearance of one who had been stricken with extreme sunburn - over the entire surface of his body. After all, Eugene had turned his back and covered his head with his jacket.

Some mysterious internal source of heat had arisen within Eugene, almost as if his body were trying to fight off something particularly nasty and virulent. And although earlier he'd promised to tell Lance and Rapunzel the story behind why he thought he'd received his newest scars, Eugene was currently in no shape to tell them anything, especially now, as he'd fallen silent with the rapid spiking of his internal temperature.

The young man had become so light-headed, overheated, and overburdened with pain that he could hardly think, much less speak intelligibly. Oh lord, it's so hot, was one of Eugene's only lucid thoughts.

At this point in time, he was finding it impossible to merely sit at the table without needing to fall sideways off the chair or slump bodily over the table. He was additionally getting so annoyed with all the racket surrounding him….why couldn't the people around the table just stop yelling, already? Eugene wished they all would just shut the hell up, and stop clanking their silverware on the dishes so loudly. That way, his ears would stop ringing and he'd have better chances of getting his head to stop pounding a little. Although his back was toward his companions, they noted his non-verbal mounting signs of distress nonetheless. Rapunzel had stood up out of her seat and walked around the table to check on him. She lightly touched his shoulder from behind.

Without any outward indication he'd noticed her, Eugene greatly startled Rapunzel and everyone at the table as he clapped his hands over the ringing in his ears and shot up unsteadily out of his seat. He attempted an announcement to the entire table his intention to leave and take refuge in his bedroom until he felt better. Yet before he could complete any of the words coming out of his mouth, Eugene's eyes rolled back in his head and he suddenly collapsed like a sack of potatoes. Everyone in the dining hall simultaneously expressed alarm and dismay upon seeing Eugene's current condition.

'-Gene!'" was the only panic-stricken syllable that Rapunzel managed to utter in that moment. Before the princess could even fully comprehend what was happening, Eugene's chin slammed into the edge of the hard wooden table in front of him. The princess sprang into action and managed to catch Eugene before he could cause himself any further injury. Everyone at the table began chattering worriedly at once, wondering how it was that Eugene could go from looking perfectly healthy just minutes ago to outright fainting and turning red as a sunburn victim.

"Lance!" called Rapunzel. Lance made it to Eugene instantly, saying, "On it, dear Princess," as he took up his friend Eugene's side opposite Rapunzel and the pair laid the distressed young man on the cool marble floor of the dining hall. Varian had helpfully sprinted from the large hall, having volunteered to go summon the palace surgeon. They needed to see what, if anything, could be done for Eugene. And hopefully even get some insight as to his current condition.

Right now, blood was gushing from a superficial wound in Eugene's chin where his skin had split open upon making contact with the unyielding table. Rapunzel had ordered one of the kitchen servants to bring her a bowl of cold water and several clean serviettes. This, of course, was done immediately. The princess took one serviette, folded over a corner, dipped it in the clean water, and pressed it against Eugene's chin wound. It was only then he began to stir a little. He had turned his head enough to dislodge the cloth, which in turn caused Rapunzel to shift and firmly press the cloth back upon the wound.

"That huuuurts," Eugene whimpered semi-consciously, feebly attempting to push away Rapunzel's ministering hands with one of his own.

"I'm sure it does," soothed Rapunzel, running her hand across his fevered brow. She looked up at Lance with deep concern, "He is positively burning up. Could you soak another cloth for me and press it against his forehead, please?"

"Sure thing, Princess," answered Lance, and did what Rapunzel requested.

That much cold moisture coming into contact with Eugene's reddened overheated face, however, nearly succeeded in fully rousing the unconscious young man. Their charge soon settled down, however, as Lance restrained one of Eugene's flailing arms and Rapunzel restrained the other.

"Lance," Rapunzel queried worriedly, "do you have any idea about what might be causing this curious overheating within him? And do you know anything about those new scars that he hasn't yet told me?"

"The only thing I know for certain, Princess, is that he received these marks yesterday during the time, ah….Cassandra…..was squeezing him with rocks? - whatever that meant." Rapunzel's eyes grew larger than saucers and Lance couldn't hold her gaze. "But he did say he…." even Lance was having difficulty finishing the explanation in the same place where Eugene had, though Lance had originally been the one goading his friend into telling the Princess, "...he did say he had literally felt himself get run through in four places whilst being held onto by those rocks." Rapunzel's complexion noticeably paled, even in the bright afternoon sunlight of the dining hall.

"No…..please….no….." she whispered, wilting before Lance's eyes in spite of her obvious desire to remain strong for Eugene.

"But - but he also was positively adamant and was almost certain that Cassandra wasn't the one responsible," Lance fibbed, not wanting to see Rapunzel's confidence falter. "And that's all I know," he said in a rush, before he could descend any deeper. This little white lie of Eugene being sure it wasn't Cass felt practically necessary right now.

"Really?" asked Rapunzel hopefully. Suddenly Lance understood why Eugene would do anything to keep Rapunzel from being disappointed or feeling betrayed, especially when it comes to Cassandra. "I wonder why Eugene wanted to keep this from me, though…." she mused to herself.

"The only reason he didn't tell you is because Eugene knew how worried you would become if you had even one inkling that Cass had actively tried to kill him. His sincerest wish was to keep you from experiencing even more distress."

Rapunzel looked down at her intended and ran her free hand lovingly through his hair. "And to think, I was upset with him for keeping it secret….I should've known he was merely trying to shield me. Dearest Eugene….what's happening to you right now? If only I could've asked you sooner…." her eyes grew moist and she said to Lance, "he's forever the protector, even when he's the one in worse danger, or the one who's truly suffered -"

"Princess Rapunzel?" An authoritative yet kind voice interrupted her speech as more quickened footsteps echoed across the hall. True to his word, Varian had brought the palace surgeon to assist with Eugene.

"Dr. Eden," acknowledged Rapunzel, nodding with some relief, "thank you for coming so quickly. While we're not exactly certain what's affecting Eugene, we can tell you that the visual symptoms you can see weren't affecting him as little as an hour ago."

Lance stood up from his place by Eugene, volunteering the now-empty spot for Dr. Eden. The doctor quickly knelt down and began examining her patient. "So he's not sunburned, then?" queried the doctor. "Not at all," Rapunzel answered.

"And his fever?" continued Eden.

"He showed no signs of it at all until approximately 30 minutes ago, when he laid down his head upon the table during tea."

"Hmmm," Dr. Eden's brows knitted together as she mused to herself. "Does anyone here happen to have a spyglass or other magnifier?"

"I do!" Varian chirped, clearly pleased to be of further assistance. The young teen stepped closer and volunteered his ever-present prism goggles. After Varian showed the doctor how to work the goggles, she asked the nearby servants if the castle had any ice stores in the palace cellars. Unfortunately, they did not and had used up the last of the stores the week prior and had yet to restock them. It was then that Varian again volunteered. "Uhm, actually, I have an alchemical compound that creates ice from regular water almost instantly," he said helpfully.

"Can the ice safely touch human skin?", asked Dr. Eden. Varian answered in the affirmative. "Can you make enough ice to fill an entire washtub with it too?" Dr. Eden continued multi-tasking by asking Varian questions and closely examining the surface of Eugene's skin up close with the goggles.

Varian made some brief calculations in his head and affirmed that he did indeed have enough ice-making compound for the task at hand.

"All right, then - retrieve your supplies, Alchemist, and I shall meet up with you again in the bath chamber. My patient is in need of your services too," said Dr. Eden.

"Yes, ma'am!" said Varian excitedly, very nearly saluting the doctor as he rushed out of the hall, only narrowly avoiding ploughing into one of the palace servants in his haste. "Whoops! Sorry!" the teen exclaimed in a hurry.

Then the doctor turned toward the princess and said, "We've simply got to bring down Eugene's temperature as rapidly as possible. Now tell me - has he perhaps recently been struck by lightning?"

"No!" Rapunzel answered immediately. But then thought better of it.

"Wait….actually..." The power and energies that she and Cassandra had been wielding yesterday had certainly resembled nothing so much as they resembled very awesome lightning…. And poor Eugene and Varian had been haplessly trapped and caught up right in the center of it all. Oh, how foolish she had been to assume they had all somehow escaped her goddess-like fight with Cassandra completely unscathed…..therefore she nodded despondently toward Dr. Eden.

"Y-yesterday," Rapunzel's throat constricted on the word, and a hand flew to her mouth. The princess could no longer speak. That instantaneous tsunami of guilt which built within her over the mere possibility that her actions from yesterday might've led to Eugene's current state of suffering today threatened to overwhelm her.

Lance had just explained to her that Eugene was all but certain that Cassandra wasn't the one responsible for his newest gnarly scars. Was it possible that's because Eugene knew that Rapunzel was the one who had given them to him instead, however unwittingly?