Not just a prince, but the prince? Yehudit feels like she should understand what he means, and the answer is there somewhere in her mind. It's so difficult to think on an empty stomach, let alone open her thoughts and visions up for anything else.

She stands there, awestruck for a moment. He's the prince, and he just caught her a fish and gave her his clothes...

Her mouth opens, but before she can say anything, she faints, face-down in the dirt.