Let's not focus on what happened, and save a knight instead

When Sam's knock did come to the door, Cass was practically a shell of his former self. 

He'd sunk down to the floor, his expression still dazed, and his breathing slowly leveling out. Sam, who had a small smile on his face as he opened the door, assuming that his Lord was too busy to answer, nearly had a heart attack at the condition he found him in. He almost dropped the book he'd brought from Cass' room, but instead placed it on the small table between the couches to the right of him, and then rushed towards Cass. 

"My Lord! What happened while I was gone?" He looked around, his gaze wide as he tried to check for anything out of place. He noticed the small disturbance on his desk, the messed up papers, and the way Cass' neckline was askew. He furrowed his brows. "My Lord? Did someone visit?" Cass jerked at that, inhaling deeply, and loudly. Cass crouched down, clearly flustered and wanting to help but he didn't want to touch Cass without permission.