The young prince gives his friend another minute of thoughtful staring until he finally stands, he goes put on the rest of this clothes (at last) then goes to her, picking up the crown from her (as gently as he can not to pull a single hair), putting on with obvious easiness. He will be needing it.

"Come. We'll get you more food and... some clothes. No one will tell no to me." He offers his hand at her; the resolve he speaks with makes it sound as if were true, well, it is, in his mind. That alone has to count for something.