She smiles at him, soft and subtle. And she reaches forward to rest a kind hand on his arm, soft as still water and and cool as a stream on a summer's day. "They were safe and cared for and protected until the very end."

After, her hand retreats and she sits back again, offering a nod and a seashell from her bright hair.

"You're kind when so many despise us, I shall continue to hide here with you a while longer. And though you will not come to my court, please accept this favor," the iridecent shell shines like a luminous jewel in the moonlight. "Having the Queen's notice is a gift, I assure you."