There was an outfit laid out for her at the foot of the bed: a ridiculously fancy gown encrusted with emeralds and sapphires, as well as a cloak and long, elbow-length gloves.

"Am I expected to wear this?" She asked.

The Erlking sniffed. "I dislike mortal clothes within my court," he stated quietly. "I believe you should wear something suited for your heritage, as you are to stay here awhile."

She sighed softly.
"Could you leave the room?"

"Let us talk first." The Erlking sighed and studied her. "You put me in a difficult position, daughter," he murmured at last, turning back to the hearth. "You are the only one of my offspring to venture into our world. I must say, I was a bit surprised that you managed to survive this long, even with Robin looking after you."

"I have survived longer than I even expected..." She admitted. "But if it wasn't for Robin or Grimalkin I'd probably not survive... It was fairly difficult."

"Standing before me, your human mien faded at last. The moment you set foot in the Nevernever, it was only a matter of time before your heritage began to show itself. But now I must be very cautious. I cannot be too wary," he warned. "There are many who would use you against me, some within this very court. Be careful, daughter. Even I cannot protect you from everything."

"Don't worry I'll be fine. I'm sure you didn't worry much when I was in my world..." She pointed out.

Oberon watched me a moment longer, his mouth set in a grim line, then crossed the room without looking back. And then he was gone.

She sighed.
"I guess I have to be who I am..." She said to herself, before putting on the dress and everything that was with the outfit.