"It's one of the most important contributions anyone can make during a time of war," she said sweetly.

There was an odd mismatch in Ariadne. Although fully grown and woman-shaped, she had the voice of a child. Often enough, she was teased for having the sensibilities of one too, but that was fine. The better to be underestimated, which was always good.

She gave the stranger a thoughtful look, lifting her chin just slightly to try to catch his scent. Human, from the looks of him.

Which was fine because she loved Humans.

"What's your name, my lord?"