The princess looks at Reno as though she looks right through her, to something else, something further away. Satin-gloved hands pause, silencing the harp, and she looks Reno full in the face for several long seconds.

She has only one thing to say, and it is not even a question of who Reno is or where she came from. Her voice is as distant as her expression.

"Where is Endymion?"