Whitefish River Got sexy pigeons, but you're gone

Permission to PP Dante being with her :3

She looked to Dante then, the one fae that had followed her despite their unknown future. If the Fates wanted it to be that way, the mortals would follow. She'd forgotten to express her thankfulness, caught up in the recent travesties, though if she were to pause and wonder she'd be pretty sure he already knew.

It was then the constable approached, and Lumiya lowered her tail in his presence. Though her updated status was known across the mountain lands, it seemed it had yet to waft by the flatlands. That felt... awkward. Constable Hieronymous - though it's just Lumiya now. She informed as an embarrassed blush settled over her cheeks, 'neath titanium and coal fur. The fae dipped her head in greeting with the words she spoke, forcing a smile on her face - it was near identical to the smile she usually wore.

I'm 'fraid the Court has fallen - I was petrified, given the recent news of the Empire... Her voice trailed off, trembling softly with sadness still. She hadn't just lost an ally that day; she'd lost a friend. A kindred spirit. Dante and I are now humbly seeking refuge elsewhere, thus explains our presence here. She explained softly, almost apologetically.