Elara nodded her understanding as Cyne explained his father's clinging to his old ways, simply because that was what was familiar to him, that was what he felt worked. "I see... well, what I have observed with your species in particular, Cyne, since you have so much shorter lifespans... many of you like to cling to the familiar, just because you fear the unknown. You fear it because you don't have the time to explore the unknown, as my kind do." She mused aloud thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as she considered her own behavior that Cyne had described since he had become her charge.<br/><br/>His description of what his father would have her do were their situations reversed made her mouth twist in a slightly amused smile. "There would have been no treaty had your father been ahead in the war, Cyne... he killed our queen, I was only valuable for as long as I led our people. There is always someone more ruthless ready to take up the crimson mantle in our realm. I would be a dead pawn, not a valuable treaty piece." She knew that for a fact, and was quite sure she would be watching over her shoulder for a long period of time now that the throne was hers.<br/><br/>Cyne spoke of his father once having been kind in the past, when his wife had been alive, and peered over at the human in curiosity. He had not spoken of his mother before and she was curious as to what sort of female had birthed and raised the so-called 'Prince of Ashes'. "How long ago did you both lose her?" She asked after a few quiet moments, her blue eyes fixed on him with an intensity not unlike the one she had first used to scrutinize him.