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It seemed that she had scared the poor boy. Perhaps leaving things be was the right thing to do in some cases, but it was simply not in her nature to not stick her nose in others' business. Of course, she based what their needs might be on her own and was a tad bit too emotionally attached to the strangers she met in this way, but it was hard to fault her for it. She'd been abused and neglected by her parents, and now that she was a free woman in power, all she wanted to do was make the world a more peaceful place.

It took the dove-like boy a while to speak and, when he did, his voice was harsh and broken. She stepped closer, noting then that he looked like he hadn't bathed or groomed in some time. She sniffed the air for traces of blood, but there was no hint of it. It reminded her a lot of how she herself had looked after her journey in the mountains. Was he a worn out traveler? An assassin sent by the brotherhood of her father? From his smell and the fact she did not recognize him, she could conclude he was not of the faerie court a while's away from here.

Not yet, not yet. She assured him in a hushed voice. The queen then raised her tail a little, padding non-threateningly around him to get a better look. The fae was intrigued to say the least, yet worried all the same. You seem like you've seen more pleasant days - has something happened? She asked, a worried expression still on her delicate features.