"I am not certain what they are. As magic does not seem to be working, I would say they are not, and yet, what else could they be?"

She smiled at his smile, watching as he ate. "You are welcome. "I am Cassidy of Shalador Nehele and Dharo. And you, young Prince?" she asked with a grin. Prince was a proper address for a male of unknown caste in her world, but she was learning that it meant other things to people from other places. Without her Craft, he could, of course, be from her world and she'd have no way to know.

Well. At least not until he started fussing and being bossy. There was a level of bossyness only Warlord Princes could achieve. No one here even came close.