She doesn't need his help, but she accepts it all the same, using the opportunity to inspect his hand again... just to make sure. His compliments earn him a smile and a tug to bring them along. She leads them to one of the less affluent sections of the city, though far better than what she'd started with. Her apartment is in a clustered space, stacked upon others, but there is something near peaceful in the chaos of life around them all the same.

"Strength can be terrible, my lord, but still necessary to bring about change. You could easily call me a monster for using my dragons in war." She regrets none of it. If it meant peace, she would do it all over again. "The difference between a good and terrible ruler isn't that we're forced to use that power. It's how we learn from it after. But sometimes, we're faced with traitors or those who would threaten the peace we fight for. It can't be helped."