Danika was tired and worn out by the time the project finished.

She took Corna back to his mother's house and dropped him at the front porch. Lowering herself to become eye level with the boy, she ruffled his hair again. "You'll be fine, Corna. Be a good boy, okay?"

Corna nodded obediently. "You are a good Qween... Very beautiful Qween."

Danika smiled at him, even as she wondered what's with the little boy addressing her the same way Remeta addressed ...