She had never really stopped to consider why Helovia had felt safe either. It wasn’t safe, really, if she thinks of Kaos and whatever is to come. No place is completely safe though. But when she’d arrived, she’d simply felt like she’d found a place where no one from her past life would find her. Where even if they did, it wouldn’t matter. Without her magic she was no threat, and here, so far from Morham, it was clear she did not intend to try and claim her throne. Morham was no longer home. The horses she had cared about here gone, either dead or fled, as she had. And what was a throne without anyone to care for?

Yves handles the little stallion from the Throat with quite a lot of grace. Lyanna can’t quite imagine being so kind to anyone who went shoving their noses into her lady parts, and she has to give Yves some credit. It is, admittedly, a little funny to watch, and it takes some effort not to laugh aloud at the whole situation. But that seems rude, and so she keeps her face a pleasant mask of general friendliness. And then he explains his name, and she nearly beams, because he named after a tree. Which is basically awesome, in her book.

Even his joke amuses her, because she’s not overly worried. He seems unlikely to hurt her, or anyone else for that matter. Besides, though he shares a name with a poisonous conifer, he is not actually a poisonous conifer. He’s a horse. They are, clearly, very different things. “You are named after a tree, and you can describe the tree and its medicinal uses. How could that possibly scare me off?” she says, smiling delightedly as he accepts her offer to come to the Edge and talk of plants.

She gives him a moment to address the others, and lets them speak in their turn before finally saying, “Shall we?” Though she remembers Astarot’s offer, because it is not the first she’s had to head to the Throat. And she would very much like to see the Throat and meet the healers there. Her trip to the Basin had been wonderful and rewarding, and she wanted to meet the rest of Helovia’s healers as well. Lyanna nods in the direction of the Edge and sets off, keeping an eye on Yves to match his pace as they go.

“Are you particularly interested in plants, or are you a worldly scholar who likes to study everything?” She asks, genuinely curious what his answer would be. Besides, it’s a long enough walk they might as well talk and get to know one another. She keeps up whatever conversation he wants to have until the glass spikes and metal gate of the Edge come into view. The gate stands open as it always does, and she heads through it, diving into the misty forests of the Edge with the intention of bringing him to the cliff.

Because really, you do not come to the World’ Edge and skip seeing the edge of the world. The trees thin soon enough and the cliffs come into view, the horizon stretching impossibly far before them. “This is why we are called the World’s Edge,” she says with a smile, hoping he’ll like it.