If she had a sense of humor, the princess might have laughed. As it is, her brain is a little too concerned with the image of a 'furred grub'— what a cute term... Would it be unbecoming to comment as such? She holds her tongue, seeming more embarrassed by her rashness than anything.

"On the contrary, those who did not wish to come did stay above ground. And I had hoped, perhaps... we might be able to visit in the future, or help your people and you introduce yourselves to those above ground as well as protect the surrounding area. However, I believe they call us Mirrorbound for we are bound to the mirrors that summoned us to this land. Mirrors that lead us here, for better or for worse. We are no natives to this soil."

Tilting her head, she continues, fingers laced together over her mid-section. "As such, you are right. You and I have more in common than our stations, your grace, and for that reason, I had quite the same hopes. Since arriving, I have noticed you have more control over the Cwyld... it seems. Your knowledge would be invaluable to saving lives, I believe."

She thinks it's best not to say more, even if her excitement for such a city must be showing by now? Acting as Princess, she should keep it to herself. Perhaps if she's lucky, it isn't too obvious.