"I had a feeling that it wasn't his idea in the first place when I first received the missive. Your father has always been a bit stubborn in regards to fighting a losing battle." She replied mildly, leaning her upper body back against one of the walls and watching the fire-mage closely. "Did he feel you would be dead the minute you crossed over into our realm?" She asked, the question stated in a curious tone even as she folded her arms across her chest to observe his reaction. "I'm not asking to hurt you Cyne, I'm simply interested what sort of a state you've left your beloved father and king in when you sacrificed yourself for your people. Your intentions are noble, true, and I will honor my word in regards to the agreement... but, with regards to your father..."<br/><br/>She pressed her lips together and looked up, searching how to speak what she suspected aloud without insulting the mortal Princeling. "He doesn't like to lose, and I suspect even know he is gathering a force to retrieve you." She pushed off the wall slightly and approached Cyne, her expression and tone matter of fact. "I either have to suggest to my council that we retaliate in kind... or that we pre-emptively destroy the portal... which means there will be no more crossing over from this realm."