"True." Cynthia simply nodded to the Fanged Worm. Official court had slipped her mind for a moment. That bit of knowledge lost in the deluge of information. Still, she could not imagine anyone here was thrilled with seeing the Prince. Hopefully some of this insanity will get cleared up. The Alchemists came up next and the goth relaxed in her chair a bit. Finally something detached from the politics and victimisation that dominated most of the night so far.
She listened to the plans discussed and finally nodded when eyes were on her. "I've got no problem with working with Cross again." Cynthia said. She glanced back at Cross. The sneers, the contempt. She was not sure if it was directed solely at the mortals or everything around him. "Try and be careful though. We've already got a suspicious apprentice." She said to Longstreet. Thoughts turned back to that night. Was Alice actually aware of what was going to happen to her? It would explain why she seemed to have such a hard time keeping it together. "Speaking of which. You sure you want to leave the other one alone for now?" The Artist directed to Cross.