And that's not even my full title, but after the day I had I might have run out of breath saying the whole thing. But if you ever feel the need to get all formal at me, it's Sir Daye, not Lady. Ticks me off when even the nobles get that wrong.

[there's a faint smile when she says that. As ridiculous as Fae titles are, she's still proud of hers, won not by bloodlines but hard work. Earned]

Mostly a lot of dirty work the actual nobility can't or won't do. Last couple years I've...spent a lot of time finding lost kids. I was actually looking for a friend's daughter when I came here. I thought...thought she was the reason things were falling apart.

[her hand reaches into her pocket almost without conscious thought, curling around the globe she knows will still be pure, blank white, showing no sign of the poor scared girl she had chased through that wall of flame]

Yeah, I still won't go near oleander flowers if you paid me. So, uh. Are there...Fae where you come from?

[just because he doesn't recognize Sylvester's name doesn't mean Faerie hasn't touched his world in some fashion, after all. There are races in Faerie she knows she'll never see, and even before coming here she was learning how thin the walls between the worlds could be]