To continue would be a mental pain, a regret. There are two.
The commoner remains awake, watches with hostile intent, the very seed of women's paramour.
A term of duration is set before him, is set before her, and they must stay in one place, never moving, and watching one another.
Her, the girl-child, and him, the young devil gentleman.
They do not feel the physical pain, the mental pain, for each other, but for themselves. Selfish even in their waking, sitting, watching.
They are just bodies, with a term set before them, and little pain to endure.