Fanilly couldn't help but let out an inward sigh of relief, now. Everything had gone just as they'd hoped it would. The fae Queen was bound to her word, either due to supernatural means or because of a sense of honor. Either way was equally plausible, and either way worked to their benefit.

The Duke would receive his sanity once again, and they would accomplish their mission. That being said, this tingling sensation up through her core still hadn't fully left her.

No-one had died. Even those who were injured were not injured so severely as to bear permanent wounds. They'd managed to crush the Midnight Hunt, the legendary terror that chased down its targets and did Goddesses-knows-what to them.

It wasn't just survival. They'd defeated them.

Was that why she felt this way? This slight tinge of weightless euphoria, at her own disbelief? It was a strange sensation running through Fanilly's heart, but not something could afford to dwell on.

Even though the Moonlit Queen had given her word, their goal still hadn't been fully accomplished, after all.

The Duke's wits would be returned, somehow, likely through whatever arcane means they had been taken away in the first place. But they had yet to receive the prize that would be given to the Moonlit Queen's sister in return for her assistance.

The raven-man glanced at his feather when Sir Fionn called his name.

"Ah, yes, child of man. I'll be taking that back."

There was no clear indication of how the feather had returned to Súileabhán's hand, but it was visible gripped between his fingers before disappearing just as swiftly.

"I had half-suspected you would attempt to keep it," he added, "For which I would have been forced to take something from you, as well. I should have better trusted in milady's judgement."

The Moonlit Queen smirked.

"Of course you should have, Súileabhán, don't be so silly," she commented in a lightly-teasing tone, before her attention returned fully to the Knights.

Or rather, to Lady Gertrude. As the Moonlit Queen listened to her speak, a look of surprise crossed her features. By the time that she'd finished speaking, the Moonlit Queen appeared entirely shocked.

---Until she started laughing, at least. Indeed, the diminutive fae lady was laughing, bending forward, her childish voice ringing out through the strange chill-less winter. If anything, the air began to feel slightly warmer, not unlike the sensation of being wrapped comfortably in a warm blanket.

"A contract? With me?" she questioned as she straightened, wiping a tear from her eye, "That's so bold of you! Did you seriously ask me that?"

Fanilly found herself somewhat concerned. That reaction... was her laughter the prelude to some sort of retaliation for asking such a thing?

"Child of Man, just what makes you think you can ask me for a contract? I'm curious!" declared the Moonlit Queen, leaning forward, "Maybe I'll think about it, if you give me a really good answer!"

It was hard to say how much she'd think about it, but it was a better response then outright rejection. Before she could comment more on the subject, however, the gray lady in the translucent dress appeared once more to lean in close to her ear and whisper something unintelligible.

"[i][b]What do you mean, it's missing?![/b][/i]"

---The Moonlit Queen's reaction was certainly loud and clear, however.