"No. No formal reception," she's quick to respond. "He is from a place where such a display of wealth and opulence would make him recoil in disgust. Something simple. He will have to be introduced to the Court, I realize. But as -- a military man, perhaps. A simple soldier."

She looks to her friend, something soft around her eyes. "You remember how John was when he first came to us? He is very much like that. Only his war was fought in a series of cages, never seeing the outside world. He saw the same kinds of horrors, experienced torment at the hands of his keepers. He deserves our compassion. Our patience. Our grace. I want him to see this city as I do. As John came to see it."