She smiles sweetly back as she accepts it from him, and takes a seat on another nearby log. The pristine white cloak drapes silently and easily around her as she does so.

"Among other things," Blodwen observes. The light soft voice is warm and seemingly kind, while ice-blue eyes are bright.

"You yourself, for instance -- my goodness, but you are not like any king or pauper that I have met."