Mm. Quite a few of her remarks didn’t make sense, and yet — Oberon could still piece together the general notion that this was not the child’s first rodeo, so to speak.

And that truly was a shame, he decided, no matter that his heart was not moved by sympathy, per se; that’d make him a much better man than he was. But he remained stationary, eyes drawn down to her nervous twitching as people walked around them, no one coming to claim the girl.

“Mr. Vaeros did? Well that’s rather rude.”

There was a pause, a couple of deliberative beats where he looked her up and down, before making a ‘come hither’ gesture with his cape.

“Well, regardless. I am an adult—“ Maybe. Surely - “And it wouldn’t do to leave you here waiting. If you’re alright with it, you can come with me and Blanca.”

At her name, the moth crawled further down on top of the fairy’s shoulder, antennae giving another twitch of recognition.

“I’ll expect you to be on your best behavior, though! Blanca here is a princess, after all.”