( Xion has always struck her as the sort to not want to fight someone else's war. As she, herself does not, as the natives do not wish to be placed in the middle of it and afforded no protection by their own monarchs. It is shameful in her eyes that the royalty here do not do as they are duty-bound to: have a care for the welfare of their people.

So they will, and it seems settled-enough. Elizabeth smiles once with a nods, but the expression fades swiftly. )

I am so very sorry, little one. Let us pray that this friend of yours is back at home with their own people. ( Silence falls for a moment, and then she glances down and away. ) It is not a friend I have lost.

It is difficult to explain, but he is a member of my family; but from the past. After a fashion, he is my uncle. In your time here, have you ever met a tall man who resembles me?

( Sucking in a breath, she forces her smile to make a brave return. ) While we search, I would like to hear your story, about the others you mentioned.