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Well. That sounded like what the professor had told her about politics, and agreed with what the history books had told her about troubling times. Still, she had difficulty grasping the depth of their stupidity. Shouldn't whoever is best suited for the job do the job? And would that not be the Guardians and their chosen? Seemed perfectly straightforward to her. Of course, the older she got the more she realized that adults were hardly ever straightforward. That power seemed to get weaker with age. Or maybe it was just some people. Surely Faye would never grow that stupid.

"Then who will lead them? The Lady? How could they stop her, anyway?" If she had Guardians on her side, then who would stand in her way? Even if certain nobles didn't want her to go, the people surely would not try to hold her back.

Lethe shot Macaire a gimlet stare that somehow conveyed a small measure of approval before she continued stealing Cadence's carrots.

The girl considered his offer, in part wondering why he was making the offer and in part surprised that he had not already seen the Lady. She did not want him signing up for her sake, but she also knew that he was a guard and a soldier and he would be fighting whether she had anything to do with it or not.

The doe flattened her ears, glaring at Cadence and almost daring him to try it again. It would be no trouble for her to teach him once more just how sharp her teeth were. If he needed a reminder, she was willing to oblige.

"...alright," Faye agreed. Of course, there were a million more questions brewing in her head, but perhaps she could settle for just one or two more. "Will you ask her about this hero, then? And all the rest of us? The Chosen who don't know how to fight?" Or aren't any good at it. Or are too young.

Somehow, Faye did not really think of herself in any of those terms. In fact, the only one she worried about was Lethe. The idea of fighting wolves herself had not yet occurred to her, even if she was a Chosen. Of course, if it had not, then neither had the realization that she was too young to fight and would not be allowed to, anyway.

"And the hedge witches, too?" she added for good measure, thinking of Livy and her sense of When.

Faye's mood was much too serious in the way that only a budding adolescent's could be; it was quite impossible for her to laugh at Macaire's playful almost-teasing. Instead, she nodded firmly, seemingly satisfied with this response. Or at least, she was satisfied until something else occurred to her.

"Do you think I'm supposed to put my name in the book?" she wondered. She was no grand warrior, but Lethe was a Guardian, after all. Still, the girl was not at all certain how she felt about being cataloged in a great big list full of other chosen. On the one hand, it could be as something out of an epic tale of old. On the other hand, well, she was just not sure. The very idea of it felt...strange. Not wrong, exactly, but certainly...off.

Lethe let loose a quiet grunt, almost a growl, informing Cadence that she was not fooled and would have none of his nonsense. Else, he would suffer the consequences.

She considered his words carefully, wondering whether he was up to something, but if there was any deception or deflection in his words, she could not detect it. It was just as well, really. She had no particular desire to fight anyone, not even wolves. Not yet, anyway. Lethe might have a warrior's soul, but Faye was barely more than a girl.

Then, she thought about what he was actually describing. Her learning was not a problem. She might not admit as much to her old friends, but Faye loved to learn, and the professor was always willing to fill her head with more information. But the other part... "Like an ambassador?" She stared at the Lethe dubiously. The doe wore one of her most vexed expressions: the one that said she was an inch away from biting something - in this case, Cadence. "I'm not sure she will like that."

Faye may not be familiar with very many Guardians, but she was almost certain that Lethe was one of the least qualified candidates for a beloved poster-child. A more beautiful doe, you would be hard-pressed to find, but a less socialized one would be even harder to produce.

Had she known his thoughts, Faye would have taken it as another sign that adults were hopeless. Who'd rather fight than talk? Of course, if she were a few years older, she would find it quite hilarious that the big, strong guardsman was so afraid of a little girl.

Instead, she smiled slightly. Lethe was already quite good at lurking majestically - she simply preferred the direct approach. But maybe some sort of compromise could be made. The girl could not deny that she had had more than a few rocky starts since Lethe had come into her life. Not that she found any fault in her Guardian. She just thought it might be nice if more than a handful of people would be willing to be in her presence, rather than fleeing the very sight of the doe.

"Still sounds like an ambassador to me," she muttered. What else could she call it? Someone to stand around and look impressive? Was there a name for that?

For the first time that morning, a large grin spread across the girl's face. Slowly at first, but wider and brighter the more she thought about it. Ambassador Faye and Queen Lethe. Oh, she liked the sound of that. She liked it very much. Her Guardian was so regal and proud and distant already that she could not think of a better title for her. "Queen Lethe," she said, testing the sound aloud.

The doe in question perked up at the mention of her name from Faye's lips. She glanced between the girl and the guardsman, and the motion was so elegant that Faye giggled in delight.

"Yes," she agreed, pleased with the new task and position that Macaire had bestowed upon her, even if it wasn't really official. "I think we can do that."

Already, her mind was abuzz with ideas. "But who should we talk to? Anyone? Everyone? Certain people in particular?" Where should she start?

"I suppose so," she agreed.

She wondered briefly which of her friends he was referring to, but she decided it did not really matter. Faye would speak to all of them. It would be no trouble to convince her street friends, and Livy would help with the rest. Now, she would simply have to get used to the idea of talking to strangers on the street. It was...not an especially pleasant idea, but with Lethe by her side, Faye knew that she no longer had anything to fear from them.

Big, brown, curious eyes peered up at the guardsman. "Anything else, then?"

As ever, the doe remained unimpressed with Cadence's shows of affection or forlorn dejection. She was much more interested in the fact that her Chosen was finally beginning to cheer up. Faye felt much more like herself. Worry did not suit the girl in the least. For that, Lethe would allow Macaire to pass unmolested...as though she were planning on attacking him anyway. A doe could have her delusions.

It would be easier to protest that Livy was by far even cleverer than her, but Faye chose instead to take the compliment in the spirit in which it was intended. Besides, it felt nice to be appreciated. She offered him a smile, hopped onto the ground, and shook out her skirts. If an uneaten biscuit or two happened to disappear from the table, well...who would notice?

Perhaps a little embarrassed, the girl fidgeted in place for a long moment. "Thank you," she blurted at last before picking up her skirts and fleeing, Lethe following behind with considerably more dignity.