[Anne's not as restrained-- She pulls him into an embrace, turning her face away so he can't see, but she's definitely crying. It's not nearly as dramatic or as long-winded as her crying sessions normally are, she just needs to get it out of her system.

When she finally pulls back, she's settled her face into a steady expression again.]

Can I-- just-- hide away here until tomorrow? I'll leave you alone. You can pretend I'm not here. I'm not ready to go out there and be Queen for them.