Calanthe pushes her hair out of her eyes - she is mussed and sweaty, and yet her sidhe nature allows her to still retain a sense of nobility. She accepts the hatchling, and turns to show it to Sergei. "If you would. Perhaps a barbed gift, for it shall be much effort and time before any return - but you have gifted me with Snowfall, and much more. Let this small one become a new credit to your mews."