Protesilaus probably had some fans, but generally, people went gaga for the Emperor and his saints and Coronabeth and not much else in the Nine Houses. Not the way people are fans of other people here. The number of people who might faint because Steve Rogers looked at them. Well she rescued him from a lonely shark and got a sandwich for it. He's a guy, a good guy, but a guy. Then again, as someone who grew up in the equivalent of a slightly expansive nunnery, who's she to say.

"Two years and oh... three months now," Gideon checks herself to be certain. Yes, June to September. "I followed a fox, and when night time comes and you look up at the stars, those are other people following the fox right now. For all I know, I looked up at the night sky and saw you on your way over here. They don't come with labels."

She's down to explain most of Folkmore, whatever questions linger. At some point, she should let him know about the Fuck Lightning. Here's to you, Kyle. In the distance, a speck grows larger, toward something substantial in the sky.