"I won't be, she says rather confidently, for a girl of a young age, fresh-faced, seemingly absent of magical ability or much skill in this brave, real world. "They'll look after me. After all, I have something they need. I met the woman, not them."

But her tight smile and pretty nods and distant, sullen gazes disclose nothing further on whatever leverage she has gleaned over these strange, eerie sisters of the lake. She waves at her matchmaker with a slim, tender hand, in parting.

"I think that's enough for today. I've given you my instruction. I'll send you my measurements. If I can't be a convenient orphan, maybe you can put me in a dress that would make me look... suitable to mothers of sons."

For the no doubt numerous encounters her matchmaker will help broker.