Elara lifted an eyebrow at her trophy, hiding a small smile despite the seriousness of the situation at his slight boasting of his private guards' power and training how to use it with skill. "No hint of humbleness when it comes to training in your realm, huh?" The vampire queen teased, almost in an easy manner before her blue eyes shifted to the interloper still in the room, listening to the conversation. Her expression narrowed and became cold and distant when Sybil addressed the princeling, asking permission to speak with him in private. Elara's mouth twisted in displeasure but she said nothing to dissuade the prince nor his former guard in conversing with one another. "Just don't take up my bathing chamber too long. I do have to have my beauty rest after all, and I would like to make sure you are carefully tucked away in your quarters, mortal, so I don't wake up with a knife in my back."<br/><br/>The vampire queen had made clear her still mistrust of Sybil as she turned her attention to the desk and chair in her room, nodding when the maid returned with a covered platter. "Place it on the sitting table there, she can eat once she's clean." Elara informed her maid as the young woman moved past Sybil and Cyne to place the comfortable night clothes she had acquired for the unexpected guest in the bathing chamber. With a grumble, Elara pulled a piece of paper towards herself and dipped the end of a pen in a pot of ink as she began crafting the carefully worded missive's to the families of the two Sybil had killed. She needed to get these messages sent off as soon as possible before she announced to her Council that two of her guards had been traitors and that she was taking in the misguided prey they had pulled through the portal.<br/><br/>As she wrote, Elara considered the role that Sybil would need to play, despite her previous history with Cyne and her mood darkened considerably, turning to glance out of the window at the landscape outside, the one with the red-scorched sky. The sky never changed, it was always full of the red roiling clouds and despite hopes that Caldywn would succeed with this training and matching up pairs of the young mortal mages they had to heal the realm the immortal creatures lived in, Elara considered if it would be in time to keep the outlying fringe villages from being massacred by those who had been driven insane from the lack of blood.