[ Piper smiles a little, listening to Fayura's confession. She likes the wind too. And she listens carefully and doesn't miss the fact that the queen spent years inside. Why was that? Was she sick? Time might not mean the same thing to someone as long-lived as Verim or Fayura, but years were still years. ]

...I wish I could make heels an illusion. [ Torture devices, Piper is convinced. But... she's been involved in too many unexpected fights to want to walk around barefoot, even if shielded. A good boot could do a lot of damage, if need be. ] ...well, not really. Only if I had to wear them. [ Which, thankfully, she does not! So. ]

Prince Allairavar is good at snarly. [ He'd been kind enough when she'd approached him to continue her lessons in the morning even after moving out, and Piper swallows convulsively. Now that Jason was... gone... she was going to have to speak with Allairavar again, most likely, and take him up on his offer. Even though Piper insisted on fighting her own battles, with Jason here, she'd felt she had a safe place to run. Now she had to grow stronger, be better, not only to take care of herself and those around her as she'd been motivated before, but because without Jason... there was no back-up plan. There was no safe place. She'd have to do it on her own, she'd have to make sure she could be there for Leo and for anyone else.

She has to bite her cheek to keep from asking Fayura now, now, now. ] So that sounds like a good compromise. Especially since we're walking on stone.

[ And... who knows what else, honestly? ]