The vampire queen turned to watch Cyne's expression turn almost child-like while he observed the inside rooms of the tower, shaking her head a little at herself. "I'm sure Caldwyn would be delighted to have such an attentive student like yourself." Elara murmured quietly, her blue eyes studying him carefully, curious about the enthusiasm of the mortal Fire-Mage Prince for a place of destruction in her realm. "You could probably venture to other ruins in my realm should you wish it... once I'm sure you're less likely to have your throat ripped out by those who were fonder of Ava's approach than the peaceful terms your father set out... or was that your idea, Prince Cyne? Your father doesn't seem like the type to give up his son to a general of his enemy." She asked quietly, striding across the stone floor, some of the loose rocks of the ruin crunching beneath her boots.