A human. [ She isn't happy about it, but for a moment she seems to grow brighter. Eyes sharper. The dull paleness that the presence of iron brought to her skin gone. Nothing is truly prey. ]

That is for the best, perhaps. Our queen cannot make war upon humanity. Were it any other manner of creature, she might see fit to use this. To drag your father into it somehow.

[ It's not the best of bright spots, but it's one. She's sticking to it. ]

Shall I wait here for news? Or is there anything else you need?