[ His story was certainly one that was filled with far more detail than she expected. Elizabeth did want the truth, she wanted it more than anything. More than a bed, a stomach full of food — the satyr knew what the world was withholding from her and this man... he was kind enough to lift the veil.

Intently, she listens, eyes not daring to pry away. ]

Your creations... they're unlike anything I've seen in my entire life. Even on my travels, they look — my word, they're brilliant.

[ If his creations could do all he insists, she best damn compliment them for her own good. He flips the script on her, a bit of bashfulness creeps upon her face. ]

Only if needed. While my heart bleeds for those affected, there's only so much an unarmed satyr can do, you see. [ She's a bit naive, selfish to think she's best suited staying out of this mess. ] I've no medical training either... and now is not the time to teach.