"Role models, even heroes - for all their good, all changelings are still half human, and have all the baggage that comes along with thus. Thank you for giving them a chance."
Briar has finished her plate of breakfast - she may always hunger, but her stomach does have an eventual capacity, sadly enough. Or gladly enough, for the manor grocery budget. She belches.
"Gwen, or whatever you call it now? I'm going to the dogs. You coming? Or is a Knight too fancy to dirty yer spurs in dog doo?"