When Fionn appeared at her side she smiled slightly to her guard, he was the one who so often made her laugh, eased her heart when Connal had her upset or Roarke did something she couldn't understand. There was something to be said for being able to be at ease and not having demands placed upon one. It was part of the appeal Roarke had for her, that he never wanted her to be anything other then herself, for him that was more then good enough; yet he was of the Dark Court and placed himself beneath her, thought too low of himself. She would probably turn blue in the face if she went over the reasons why she disagreed.<br/><br/>So with a smile she turned toward Fionn, one hand going out to lightly touch one of his as her midnight eyes sparkled slightly for him. "Thank you my friend. You speak the truth, about that wish, I'm use to being on the sidelines reporting the news, not being the front page." her wry humor traced through her words, directed at herself a bit this time. Her third guard to touch her that night was as handsome as the other two, merely in different ways, ways that appealed her just as the others did. Dawn glanced around the ballroom, noticing that her cousin was aptly dancing and flirting with the King of the Slaugh and that the King of Goblins had vanished.<br/><br/>"I hope the King of the Demifey appears this evening, otherwise we might find ourselves with no allies." A weary sigh parted her lips then and she managed another, slightly wan smile. "I could use that escape now."