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Lucian looked with awe at him. No one usually ever got a fairy to give them their heart, even briefly. As his story progressed, he tried to be as calm as possible and succeding only so much. "It is an great honor to hear your story. Your father is probably one of the few true parents that lived in this world. You are also one of the few people that any fae has trained willingly, albeit not without some design," he said, saying just enough as to show just very little kindness, as Seth seemed like a guy who didn't accept a lot of kindness just a brief pass. As she mentioned his military life, he was fascinated. Someone so young enlisting and then making thhe ranking he had now was quiet a feat. "I am greatful to hear your story. I will not forget it," he said simply, clossing his eyes to remember it and then opening them again.

"That is a very dedicated father," Lucian said trying to see his father do the same thing for him. It was an impossible thing to do. As he learned of why the faery helped her, his opinion of her continued to climb. "That is an interesting life story. Even mine couldn't match up to it. The only thing we seem to have in common is that we were raised in some way by the fae," he said after thinking for a bit.

Lucian stared at her blankly when she said the name of her benefactor. He didn't bother to know the name of them. Though the name seemed familiar, he couldnt quiet place it. "I'm sorry if I may seem rude, but I don't know anyone by that name," he said apologetically.

As she described Lagrae, his skin started to crawl. He knew this one, knew her very well indeed. She had been described in such manner for most of his stay in the forest. He even saw her once at a distance. "That one is one that I never wish to cross. I saw her once, and I have no doubt she saw me. I stayed out of her way and I made sure that we wouldn't be going the same way for to long," he said and shivered at the memory. "There is only so much of that presence one person can take, and I reached my limit when I caught sight of her. I ran and ran hard, even forgetting I had wings," he added.

Neila stirred in her bed, her sheets mangled about her legs and twisted around her torso. "Mmmrrrrrnnnhh..."
"Morning love." A plump but cheery old woman hovered above Neila, a plate with two hot piping sunny side-up eggs and slices of toast, and a steaming cup of creamy fresh milked, all this filling the room with the smell of food, stirring the hungry beast within Neila's stomach.
"Ohhh, sunrise? It can't be." Neila pried her eyes open, and looked to the window at the far side of the room across from the end of the bed. "Morning Granny Banty." The young woman sniffed to the food, "Mmm... How about you hand me that plate, it must be hot. And I'd hate for your magnificent hands to burn."
"Ms. Casey, such flattery does not always get you what you want. Besides.. you're out of uniform, there's no need to behave yourself a man." She said and lowered the plate to Neila.
Neila chuckled, taking her pillow and throwing it over her lap, taking the plate and balancing it atop the pillow. "In all seriousness Granny- I really appreciate all your hard work. If strawberries and creams are not enough for you just tell me!" After saying her graces, the woman picked up one of the eggs with her fingers folding it delicately and stuffed it in her mouth, practically swallowing it whole. "Mmm- mm!" she picked up the the cup and chased down the egg with a swig of milk. "Oh god, the canteen's food doesn't come close to this."
"Slow down, Ms. Casey! There's no one here to take your food from you." The faerie began turning away but kept her watch on Neila. Caressing the surface of the drawer with the tips of her fingers, she brought her fingers to her sight. No dust, and her lips curled to a pleasant smile.
Granny Banty had been in Neila's service since the third month the young woman had moved into this house, she could hardly imagine any other life. It was pleasant here, and Neila made good company when she was present, helped when she could and tended o her even.
Neila had picked at her remaining egg with the first slice of toast and with the second slice of bread had cleaned up the yolk from the plate, washing it all down with the rest of the creamy warm milk. "Ah... That was exquisite."
"Oh, you should lean up and get ready for later on today. You told me to remind you that some officer is coming to pay a visit." She picked up the plate and the cup n separate hands each and almost floated out of range.
"Bloody-" Neila, sprang up and almost tripped on her sheets but caught herself and pulled them off, tossing them back on the bed. "I have to get ready." And off she went, to wash up, bind her chest, and comb her hair, and fashion herself from Neila Casey, to Seth Wrayburn.

"That's Lieutenant Colonel to you..." Seth opened the wooden door and offered a smile to the officers. "I only wish I was Colonel. I'm close though. Top o'the morning t'ya, sirs." He leaned against the frame making space for the two to pass on in, keeping the door from swinging back in with his arm.
He was more lax, a pair of sturdy pants, and some brown leather shoes with a light dress shirt unbuttoned down to his collar bone, his light brown hair combed over to his right. "Come in, come in."