Roarke bowed back to Fionn and glanced over at Connor, expecting him to take Dawn's other hand.  The half-satyr waited a moment and fell into step behind them, trailing behind the brightly clad princess like a shadow in his dark garb.<br/><br/>He started to speak but held his tongue.  No doubt such a whimsical escape would be to Dawn's liking, but her father would see it come to a decidedly grim closure.  And she needed this chance to see and interact with the Unseelie court... to seek those unaligned but important and feel their loyalties out.  It was a very crucial evening for the potential Queen of all Fae.  And she knew this, no need to remind her like a child.  So he followed close and quiet and ready.