The queen rested her hand on her knee when Cyne pulled away to leave the bed, watching him take a steadying breath but still continue shaking. She pursed her lips and took a breath in half a mind to say something to comfort him, but paused. What could she say when his thoughts were what made him shake? Instead she slipped out of the covers, the silken sheets having absorbed the warmth that Cyne's mortal body put out and making her stroke them idly before she left them. "We can start the beginning of your tour today, after breakfast, but it will mostly be the palace I'll show you about today, as there is somewhere else I want to take you, outside of our city and the trek there and back will take the majority of the day. It will take some time for you to see everywhere after all." She replied smoothly, a small smirk on her face when he asked about his clothing.<br/><br/>She purposely did not mention his body's continued shaking and strode across the room to a dresser that was absolutely not there last night when sleep had overtaken them. "They should be in this. My maids and loyal subjects are not without wits and knew you would need something to wear while I kept you." On a whim, Elara bent at the waist to inspect the clothing in the very bottom drawer, giving Cyne something to distract himself with from whatever had him shaking like a newborn. "Let's see, trousers, and a shirt of course..." She mused aloud as she moved upward through the drawers, pulling out sturdy leather pants that were made shockingly enough to his size and would fit him snugly at the waist but not constrain his thighs or legs, giving him freedom of movement. When the vampire queen was finished picking out clothing for the fire mage, she tossed the leather pants, a loose fitting simple shirt that was made with a strong, tight weave, and a vest of a heavier cloth embroidered with gold and silk colored threads in designs that were reminiscent of swirls and stars. Atop the whole ensemble, Elara had carelessly tossed a pair of underpants and a pair of soft socks with a playful look before pointing at the door. "There should be a set of boots on the mat by the door that will fit you as well, Prince Cyne. Your pants you got wet yesterday won't be returning for awhile."<br/><br/>Without further introduction, Elara turned to the drawers of her vanity and slowly dropped her pajamas to the floor, shamelessly stepping into lacy underthings before putting on her own fitted trousers, made of a modest linen rather than leather and a shapeless fitted shirt of her own, but over her shirt she buckled a cincher around her waist, that had small daggers tucked away in the pockets at two inch intervals. As the queen finished dressing, she propped her boot up on a chair and slid longer, proper daggers into each boot, presumably into hidden pockets made for that particular piece of footwear before she pulled her pant leg down again.<br/><br/>At the little table the breakfast tray contained a good sized dish of a grainy oatmeal-porridge like food with cinnamon on top, something that looked like honey or tree sap in a small pot, and foreign looking dried berries as well as several steaming hunks of some pinkish cooked meat. The food was similar smelling to what Cyne would have been used to in the mortal realm, but obviously from the foreign beasts and plants belonging to Arcadia.