Gwendolyn hardly noticed the food placed in front of her— only turned to quietly thank the attendant, but did not move to really touch it, or look at it. The other councilmen glanced nervously at her before turning their gazes silently, imploringly, to Cameron— as if they were quietly begging him to fix their Queen. She had eaten so little in the past few months— not on purpose, of course. But food was the last thing really on her mind. They all abstained from eating before their queen; noticing this, Gwendolyn waved a hand at them. “Eat, I shall eat at my own pace.”<br/><br/>Nervous shuffling, and tentative hands began picking at their plates, hoping to lead Gwendolyn by example.<br/><br/>“I’d like Liandor to begin immediately. Fen may have a few days to properly transition his son to acqaint him with the role.”