The fae seemed to have been ready to start discussing matters amongst themselves, so when Childermass speaks up with such opinionated words, it sticks out like a solitary curse in a silent room. Slowly, all four fae turn to look at him, with a mixture of bemusement, impatience, and amusement.

"You speak out of turn," the Count says with a subtle tension in his tone. For a moment, no one speaks.

"He needn't speak at all, because I saw it myself!" Frost finally says, flitting forward with a trail of icey sparkles, bending into a flourishing bow. "As the footman of her majesty, I witnessed the cruel deed first hand, and the then Winter Maiden corroborates my tale."