"Salt tears." She corrects herself. "The Escheat says you need to respect the laws of the land you're on, let Dreamers dream naturally, don't betray the dreaming to mortals, rescue fae folk from mundanity, protect places of the dream from being defiled, and not kill other Kithain... with real death, spill their life's blood, shed salt tears." She checks off her fingers.
"That doesn't say that they can't show up, with no Chief here to demand that they play nice by her rules, and NOT kick your ass for interfering with their fight?"