[ louis can so easily understand how the woman before him can be called queen, majesty, highness. even in the face of all this terror she stands strong, if only a little shaken. something in him breaks when she mentions daniel, when she mentions their friendship.

he'd expected nothing but fear. rejection. scorn. expected, for once, for those great laws to be right. for the idea that immersing one's self with mortals could be so terribly destructive. ]

Be careful. I know Hawk well myself - he's protective of what's his, ruthless when he needs act on that protection.

[ he offers her his arm, though noting her lack of shoes, he frowns. ] Need me to carry you?