Selfora looked to her little squirrel friend as it flicked it's tail, she was not the one who found anyone. He found her. Unknown to her it had been her voice that brought him to her. It had been his beacon of light to be saved from the storm. Though hearing about her brother she looked down, "It was a bad day... And you found me. Not the other way around." she said smiling and set the squirrel down. It ran off as she looked to him, "I'm the queen... Well more of princess seeing as I have not married. As well as the only royal left of my family." she already knew that if she died, so would the kingdom. Probably why the General wanted to be abusive, to take her crown. She'd always be nice to this man, she wanted a friend. Someone to trust. Make her feel worth all of this. As he said he'd protect her before falling asleep she ran a hand through his hair. Stroking it softly while looking to the darkening sky. Soon her horse would come, he would take them to the palace. Then she could have the man rest in a bed of his choosing. Selfora would allow him to choose.Â