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She nods. "Right. So - how much... how much do I tell him when he's not enchanted? He'll still be able to see. And he'll still have the Oath."

"Good question. I'll say ... enough so he's safe. Might want to see how much he remembers. Sometimes things... linger."

She nods. "True."

"So it's not violating ignorance to remind him he's kinain."

"Depending on what he knows."

"Well, he's gonna see..."

Frank nods. "True. Myself personally, I think it's a mercy to let him know he's not insane."

"Exactly. He was seeing, first."

Frank nods. "Yes."

"You'll need to guide him through, be there for him, when the Glamour eventually wears off."

She nods. "Okay. I can do that."

Frank is quiet for a bit.

Thinking.

"I remember something Vegard told me once."

"Yeah?"

"Did you know he was married?"

She shakes her head.

Frank nods. "She was kinain. He lost her in the Accordance War."

"Oh... did.. did a fae kill her?"

Frank nods. "Sidhe. The Escheat does not apply to Kinain."

Jaw-jut. "But it's still... like, killing people is still wrong!"

"I agree, Dagmar." A sigh. "In war... people sometimes do the wrong things for the right reasons. And vice versa." Heavily.

"Well, it's wrong." Huff.

Frank nods. "There are books written about that." He agrees. "Anyway. Thought I'd mention."

"Right. But... we're not like that here. And we'll protect him, right?"

"We'll try." Dryly.

A stubborn look.

"We'll try." More gently. "We can't wrap people in bubble wrap."

"Well, no..."

"But if they understand we got him, outsiders.. they'll leave him alone? Mess with him, mess with us? I mean, I'll even say that about Dirk."

Frank regards Dagmar for a moment.

"It. Could help." He says slowly. And then he slowly lays out a very very very -basic- overview of politics in Concordia Today. Not slow-cause-she's-stupid, but slow-cause-it's-complicated.

Dagmar listens, asking a few questions... and probably getting angry about things that "Aren't Fair."

Frank... understands. He really does.