"It is all most well done-- yet leaves a matter that plagues my heart."

Titania pauses a moment; for thought, or to assess him silently, or because the trees have ears.

(They do, of course. Most things in Faerie do.)

"There are," she says slowly, "despite our efforts, some few from one or other of the courts who roam the wild world. It is not meet to leave them to such pursuits, when their proper place is here."