"Och, poor bairn," Moira says sympathetically, sounding particularly like her mother for a moment. "You did seem to like, along with our recovered company, the candy we brought back for you."
She makes a slight scoffing noise, though still smiling, at the word 'servitors' -- it's not the sort of term the pack ever uses. The prince's dominance was quite thorough, but the social dynamic had no real equivocation to the Enchantress's house, that was certain.
"That thou hast," she chuckles. "One month a year is only so much one can learn. Mummy and Da and the little ones are going to come here this December, too."
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