Masque was confused by the many emotions that seemed to rush through Eldritch all at once. Slowly she perked up and picked herself from the ground. Ears trained forward along with her eyes to watch for anymore of the sudden changes that could happen in this man, the lost prince she was growing determined to help find and rescue. With his questions came an odd sense of uncertainty. She could tell they were important to him, and she wanted to answer them correctly, but she wanted to answer them truthfully, too. As truthfully as a puppy her age could manage anyway.

Sometimes he leaves her alone because she asks him to. Sometimes he just gets angry and leaves. Sometimes he leaves because he is hunting down the shadow that hurt us. ...sometimes she gets angry and he refuses to leave. Each of the reasons were given in the exact same matter of fact tone of voice as if they all held the same amount of weight. She did not understand the importance or the meaning behind any of them, simply that they were.

The girl’s head tilted just to the side, once more confused, though she smiled. She thought this question had already been answered, but she supposed no. She misses her prince! She talks about him a lot. I think she was really happy when she met you, cause she thought you were him! Undeterred Masque verbally pelted down this trail of conversation with zero heed of where it would or could take them. But then she was sad again, but not as sad! I think she still hopes you can be him! Or find him! Or free him! Her shining but scared face beamed up at him with enough innocence and hope she possibly could have asked for world peace and gotten it. You could still be her lost prince charming, her knight in shining armor! Excited by this prospect, Masque leapt once more to her feet and raced around him in a blur. Come on! We have to find out! She did not so much as nip at his heels as pressed her nose against his ankles, whining for him to go.