Lenore's yawning as she looks out over the gardens, already up past her bedtime at mid-morning but not quite yet ready to retire. She stays to the shadows, though. Even though she has a ring to protect her from the sunlight, she still has a distaste for it. So bright! So harsh! Vastly inferior to the light of the moon and stars.

"What is it that you're in trouble for?" Lenore asks, amused as he's chased out of the gardens. "Being too handsome?"