...She's going to take a while to write this one and maybe he'll think that's about the spelling.  (It's also about the spelling, some, and the writing small enough to fit all this.)

I am joyful for the chance to spread prosperity here, and I hope I may long continue that work.  I feel I still know very little of the world of humans.  As I learn more, I might discover some wishes.

"I hope you will tell us when you have learned what it is you most want out of life. How long will you be with us?"

Erase erase erase.  She should get on making a magic way to do this.

I do not yet know much of any other places on land.

"Do you intend to travel?"

I don't yet know, your majesty.

"We would be appreciative of notice of your plans when they materialize, but you are welcome here for so long as you wish to stay."

Oh good, this maybe means this part of the conversation was about how they want to keep her instead of vaguely hinting that they'll want to kick her out in a year?  And she's pretty sure she'll want to be kept.

Thank you, your majesty.

"You are welcome, and thank you again."

Nod-bow-thing.

"By your leave, your majesty," says Jane, and at his nod she wheels Cyllene away again.

Cyllene thinks that went really well.  Where are they going, now?

Back upstairs to her room unless she has another idea!

Ehn, she won't object.  She harps until she has a pillow and a light for herself and then will invite Zoyah over.

Jane can fetch Zoyah pretty promptly! "What's up?"

Wave!

Not anything important.  I wanted some company and thought you might too.

"Sure, why not. What've you been up to?"

I met your father and saw the kitchens.  I've been thinking about how to replace cooking fires with magic safely.

"Sounds handy! Did you get along with Father all right?"

I think so!

She - considers writing something, very briefly, and decides the moment isn't right yet.  She acts out the consideration, still briefly but less so, letting it play across her face.  She thinks this probably isn't deceptive.  The emotion is genuine, and she doesn't want to hurt her chances by saying something at the wrong moment, but she also doesn't want this to come out of nowhere to Zoyah when the right one arrives.  She gives a tiny headshake, as if to clear the thought from her head.

He seems a much better man than my father.

"What's yours like?"

Cyllene has maybe done enough narrativizing on this and should probably let his actions speak for themselves.

He gave me this curse.  Others in my family helped, but he's the one who wanted it.

"Wow, that sucks!"

I also had a collection of sunken human objects.  He destroyed them all.

"Whoa, I can like at all imagine why he wouldn't want you to run aw- to swim away but that's just plain mean, what's his problem?"

Cyllene snorts at the phrasing change.

I don't understand him.  He hates humans and is the worst; that's all I know.