Piper goes still, then shoots a look over at the butterfly. It had been rather dormant lately, she'd almost managed to forget that it was there. Her gaze now though, if looks could kill, it would be a double-gunned bugzapper. Then she gives a desperate, pleading look back at her uncle. "I did my time, and I've been good. I've followed the rules, played nice, and stuck to my seelie instincts through the whole winter, and lemme tell you, it's not always easy! Am I just going to be a... a prisoner, my whole life?"