Her gaze is wide and startled once more. "For me? Why?"

The grass of the hillside is silvered with the sheen of starlight, glimmering around them as they pass. Behind them, the sounds of celebration fade, becoming softer with distance or mayhap a trick of the air.

"I couldn't ever fear this place, lady-- yer Majesty," she corrects herself. "It's different here."

She doesn't feel especially brave, though, not right now. Susan bites her lip, and tries not to think of Olive Thorin.