"Come," she took one of Prince Damien's trembling hands, leading him over to her bed and sitting him on it. "You're going to lay down with me so that you can hear my heartbeat. When that's calmed you down we can have that important conversation you were so eager to have." Her pyjamas were no different than his, darkly coloured but lightweight vest and trousers, though her slippers were mismatched to the outfit in their soft leather and fur. She let the slippers fall, got into a comfortable position on the bed while Prince Damien watched her almost incredulously, and finally gestured for him to join her. 
"You were the one attacked today, shouldn't I be comforting you?" He still moved to carefully lay down next to her as he asked. 
"I wouldn't know what to do if you did," she answered honestly. "Now lay your head on my chest so you can hear my heartbeat." 
For some reason that made Prince Damien's ears go red. "You're comfortable with this level of intimacy." 
"I'm not," she corrected, "but this is an opportunity to soothe you, and start getting accustomed to sharing a bed. But if it's too uncomfortable for you we can stay like this instead." She didn't mention how strange it already felt for her.
"I'm fine here," Prince Damien didn't look anymore at ease, but Emberlee let it be. "Are you alright?" 
"As alright as I can be," she gave an honest reply, not needing eye contact to force it. "I have no serious injuries, and my assailant was thoroughly dealt with." 
"And yet I think you brought me here as much to comfort me as it was to comfort yourself," he was on his side facing her, clearly studying her reactions. "It's alright to be scared Emberlee, someone tried to hurt you." 
Now she met his gaze, emotion making her incautious, "I'm not just scared, I'm angry." Gods damned Fairy honesty, she hadn't wanted to admit that. 
"So am I," he admitted, as compelled to honesty as she was. 
His worry felt real, the concern supported by her eye contact so maybe he wasn't plotting behind her back with his Father. "I have no intention of dying," she warned him regardless of his motivators. 
And to her surprise, he laughed, "Only you could say it with such certainty that I'm put at ease by it; you truly believe you have control over when you die." 
"I know I can die at any moment, but I can control how I live so my death is meaningful," All living things die, not even Fairies are invulnerable. "What was it you wanted to discuss Damien?" Their eye contact didn't have the painful pressure the stare down with Oberon had caused, Emberlee felt like she could break it at any moment easily. They weren't trying to force truths out of each other as a measure of willpower, instead, they lay on their sides facing each other and talked.
He'd truly wanted nothing more sinister than to see they were both equally prepared and seemed a little perturbed at how thoroughly Emberlee had prepared mentally for various contingencies. "You even have a plan for what to do if your Father is assassinated?" he seemed surprised.
"It'd require some adjusting depending on how, when, and who did it, but yes," this. Shouldn't surprise him when he had just as many backup plans as she did. 
"And what would you do if I were assassinated? "he pressed, as if not anticipating her answer.
"Kill them all and burn Stussica to the ground to set an example," She was still locked in the burden of honesty but he laughed like it was a joke. She might not infatuated with Damien, but he needed to understand, "You're mine, so any attack on you will not be tolerated. Xutia defended her borders with blood, and Adaba with magic; I require neither to seek retribution if what is mine is endangered."