She actually seems rather hurt by his words, and grasps onto one of his arms with a gentle hand as her voice takes on a pleading sound, even in whispers. "Each of you were selected by chance, master Faed. The rules for this round clearly stated that sentient beings with drive were to be selected at random. We didn't kidnap any of you."

Her delicate fingers slowly trace down Faed's arm to gently grasp at his hand. "I only want... to help you. I want to spread beauty, comfort, delight. I need my ideals upheld so that I may win the tournament. If my husband or I win this... you can go home, but you will never be without your found family here."