She huffs in mild frustration, though she understands what they are getting at. What is comforting to a Wyld Fae is clearly just different.

"Well, I don't want him to be in this place for long. He'd have to be exposed to people to ever understand us any better... It's just a matter of finding out what power he has left without his Heart and giving him some time to come to terms... So I suppose this could be more hospitable for those purposes."

She blows on the ground, and instead of leaving trails of fire, the touch of her breath spawns a field of grass, leveling out the floor as it goes. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she plops a red and orange rug on the grass like this is the Sims.

That's what you meant, right?