[][From a world that is all too similar to that which he has been brought, Tumnus only notes that Nastin appears to be some sort of elf that he has not seen before. He might be wrong entirely, as Narnia is known to bring strangers into its borders, but he has no real reason to question. An unfamiliarity with a particular species is hardly enough to stutter the faun's good manners.

He shifts slightly beneath her gaze, worries he has spoken out of turn. He knew the royalty of his world and his place, but this change in surroundings has turned everything he knows upside down.

It's her gentle smile that sets him at ease; at least for the moment. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, though he nods.]

It is r-rather a human game to do so, though the sovereigns of my own land ask n-nothing of the people that they themselves would not participate. [He gestures with his chin to those milling around, his stutter fading as his nerves settle.]

Particularly in this manner... I cannot imagine not attending festivities when you have summoned others from their own world. I think it would be absolutely best to be seen and offer personal word and advice to they you have brought.

P-particularly in regards to f-fighting their w-war. [Tumnus wasn't at all pleased to have been brought to a world on the brink of war after so soon recovering from one himself.] S-some of us h-have had more than our share of w-w-war.