She looked over her shoulder at Cyne, a puzzled expression on her face as she studied him in response to his query. "I am anything but soft, Princeling. But I'm not a fool either. I know that breaking a peace treaty with your kind would paint me in a light that would be a detriment to any further dealings with me in the future. And I didn't care for my predecessor's heavy handed tactics." She squeezed her knees around her steed's side and urged it into a quicker pace, more fluid than the steady trot it had been in. "I have no quarrel with you, Cyne. You might have been on the side of my enemy... but now, you are a key to a peace treaty that I daresay both your side and mine could use, despite the loss of land in your realm."