"Assuming half the room isn't already. The First Warden is a King now, I'm sure by the look of the Anderfels that he is happily throwing money around."

She thinks about that little Prince they saved from this hellish place all that time ago and her stomach turns, anger burning but she bottles it up to focus on the now. To help him, to help this country -- they had to get through this.

Following close behind, she smiles and does small feats of magic; producing flowers and other small items to get attention away from where they were going. It is notably hard not to recognize the First Warden's voice now... not after Weisshaupt.