Genevieve rushed back to her bedroom, not bothering to hold back her salty tears. David followed after her, trying to catch up. "Wait Genevieve!" He said, taking a hold on her arm. "What?" She asked, her voice trembling. "Please don't lock yourself in there." He said quietly, referring to her room. "Why?" Genevieve asked, a new wave of tears streaking her face. "Because, well, well...Because I order you not to." He said boldly. Genevieve stopped. "Fine then, I won't." She said after a long pause. David embraced her tightly and stroked her golden hair. "It'll be alright. Now go," Genevieve nodded, sniffing quietly before turning and heading into her bed chambers.