"Uh, correct me if I'm wrong," Beau says, pushing herself to her feet unsteadily now that the rush of temporary power is fading. It feels as if a lot of the power in the room was pulled along in the wake of the Ringmaster's final attack, there.

"But wasn't that supposed to be... Isn't it a bad thing if there's no Queen soul? No offense," she briefly directs to the recovering Winter... Queen, Maiden, whichever, before turning back to the rest of the ex-Carnival. "Stuck in some phylactery thing isn't the same as being in the reigning Queen, right...?"