Berek gave a smile at her patting Humphrey's head. "He's a great dog. Helped me a lot over the years." He said, scratching Humphrey's rump with his foot. He scooted over so she could better sit at the table, and decided to ask something that had been on his mind a bit. "What happened?" 

It was a simple question, but if he had to guess it was a loaded one. "If you'd feel comfortable telling me. I can't imagine what might make a Queen lose..." He didn't know how to finish the sentence, and so she could rest he went over to stir the pot some more, the light from the fire lighting up his eyes, making them gold.