The Sunspire Lay to rest

She watches him still, glad to see that he seems to see reason in her words. She didn't say anything, not knowing what will become of this male. Perhaps he will simply die, but perhaps he might find his love again. It seems a sweet story, but Little cannot call herself a romantique and thus cares little about the specifics or the ending; at least she's done some good, she thinks. "I'd say that you're entitled to be a bit depressing." she says, now that she knows more of his tale. She rises, canting an elegant muzzle in question. "Tell me, though - what's this place?" a vague question, but then again, she hasn't the vaguest idea where she is.