[ she's... young, and it's the first thing which he notices, just as he always takes note of the more youthful parties which have been drawn into this conflict. children shouldn't have to fight (just as that boy should not have had to), but for all his sorrows (and if he's honest, there is anger in him as well), his mood lifts as she speaks.

and she speaks well, rather reminding him of someone.

instead of touching upon war, of the disparity between Seelie and Unseelie, he'll ask: ]

Do you know for certain, then, how it is that the Void came to be? Is it merely a construct of nature, or is it a thing crafted by mortal hands? I, myself, am something of the former. My kind are responsible for maintaining the balance between the realms of the Living and the Dead, and we have long since come to wear a cloak of infamy because of it.

[ a lowering of his head. ]

...not at all unlike the Void, perhaps.