Darkness have mercy, Theiorn thought, grinning widely. She had a Prince of her own, she claimed him. Her felt perhaps a touch envious, but more, he felt glad for them both and relieved for himself. It would be so nice to have someone else around. And maybe with this Luke here... maybe she might even remember that not all males were scum. He seriously hoped Luke wasn't dead. He could use the rest when she wanted to go to work with the plants. Even artificial, that sun was too strong for him.

Oh Mother Night. She had been right. She held the leash for this stranger. Great. Just great. She sighed heavily, imagining how much Jaenelle was going to LOVE this letter home.

"Prince Luke then," she said with a nod, watching him. "I am Ailyshia of Dhelman Kaleer." And she would have to figure out some binding spell to ensure that if one of them got whisked away the other would go with. H***'s Fire! "Your psychic scent, like so many here, is odd. But I believe I could answer all your questions. Shall we find somewhere to sit?" she asked. Better that she suggest it before he started to fuss. One thing she learned for sure from the Coven was how much males loved to fuss. She'd avoided most of that, except from Yasi who had his own unique way of fussing. She had a feeling she wouldn't get to escape it again. Theiorn she could throw things at. This one... Great. Just great.