She nodded in sympathetic understanding and didn't press. "I see... that sounds... nice," she said, softly, referring to his method of leadership, growing quiet and introspective.<br/><br/>They're left in relative silence for a while, before the Lost Prince casually saunters into the clearing from the opposite direction, leaning against a tree near the heart of the glade. He still looked standoffish, but not quite as closed off as he had been, their first meeting. If he wanted to speak with the demigod along, he might have the chance.