[ She nods to the advice, choosing to believe it. Really, deciding that it'll be in time that she'll know how they would know better. ]

In that case, who am I to argue with your experiences? I'm glad to have asked and gotten your insight.

[ Thus begins a lack of fear for the people in the Black Court. Maybe a bit for what they do (and that's more of a maybe than her demeanor presents,) but not the people themselves. It's about long enough for Eden to look back and see a couple more Foundlings get picked up and brought to their respective sections. ]

Looks like I should get back into place.