You see when Delphinia glances at you, and you smile softly, briefly. Your mother's gaze is intense on her, as if she's thinking about what to say. What to do. And then she turns to you, startling you again.

"What do you think should be done, Alania?"

Your eyes widen slightly, because it's not what you expect. You don't expect to be given any sliver of power over things such as these until after your coronation, and yet, here you are.

"You mean...done to her?" you specify.

"Yes."

You look down at the tamer. Your eyes set into the same expressionless your mother bears. Then, the words that come out of your mouth sound almost foreign to your own ears. "I think she should be rewarded," you say, even knowing this is not going to be favorable with your mother. "For all she's done, how quickly she's gotten the news to us, considering the circumstances."