[Marianne practically recedes in on herself when he starts speaking up. Somehow, she honestly should have expected that this was going to bite her in the rear end--]

I-I won't say anything. I give you my word, that I won't tell a soul...

[She's breathing far too fast, far too afraid. Hubert is more than intimidating enough as it stands, but he looks like something out of a nightmare in the shadows and Marianne doesn't like it. Marianne needs to compose herself, though the horses are making vaguely keening sounds and she can't exactly ignore them.]

I'm sorry for what happened, but please...you're scaring them...

[Stop scaring me is probably what she should say, but the words don't come. Marianne tries to gulp down a breath to get herself settled, but it's not working. It's not working at all.]

And you shouldn't be near me.