<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey">She gave him a barely perceptible nod of her head, indicating that she saw the extra guards just as he had. She had dealt with Queen Mab on several occasions and had never this much protection. Was it because she had brought King with her? Or was it for another reason entirely? Whatever the case may be, her anxiety kicked up another notch, her fingers itching with the flow of Magick that was threatening to spill over at any sign of hostility. <br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">We apologize for the excess guards, Jen</span>." Ki'lur stated, almost as if he had read her mind, her spike in energy. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">With your abilities currently spiking, we felt it wise to up the security. Not to mention we are unsure of what exactly your companion is capable of</span>."<br/>
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Her gaze shited to the Dark Fae and it wasn't exactly friendly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">After all I have done for your people, I would think she would trust me by now</span>."<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">It is not that she doesn't trust you, Jen. Right now, because your abilities haven't been fed the proper energy, they are unpredictable. You must understand the precaution</span>."<br/>
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She gave a soft sigh, but nodded her head. She couldn't quite fault them exactly. If she were in their shoes, she'd do the same.</span>