A small amused smirk crossed Elara's face at Cyne's statement about her move to bring an end to the war without the Council's permission. "Ah, well, the position of Queen is often taken for granted and considered sometimes as a figurehead, Cyne. But, seizing Ava's crown made me decide to go a step further and make very clear I am not a ruler in name only." She explained, rolling her shoulders stiffly before looking fully at her 'guest' and frowning a little at his stiffened posture, the awkward way he stood in the room. On his guard. She stood up slowly from the bed and strode across the room to the fire-blessed Princeling, bare feet scuffing on the rugs keeping the cold of the stone floor at bay.<br/><br/>"Cyne." She said quietly, but almost in a commanding tone. "In these rooms, you do not need to act like you're about to be attacked. I've given you my word that I will not feed on you, and no other will dare while I still live, not even the Council." She gestured at the tray covered with a silvered dome, keeping the simple, filling fare warm and steaming. "You should eat... and perhaps, I can have another bath drawn for you?" Elara's tone had lifted a little at the end of her last statement, making it inquisitive, playful almost.<br/><br/>Elara circled around the human prince to the little table and lifted the dome of the tray, allowing the steam of the food on the plate to permeate the room and perhaps tempt Cyne to do as she suggested. Root vegetables were roasted simply with seasonings and plentiful, and two sizable slices of cooked meat rested on a platter, looking not unlike steaks that Cyne would recognize in his home realm. "Looks particularly delicious to me..."