And she thought her heart couldn't break anymore.
"No, no!" She steps forward, ignoring proper decorum. Not that she knows it. "You're not just an ally-- You're not much older than my sons, you...!" She shakes her head, then extends a paw. "You're absolutely right that you should just be a child! It's not right! It's not fair!"
Is she crying? Because she might be on the verge of tears. Empathy is a bitch sometimes, but Fleetwood can't be anything but honest. "Tell you what: I won't tell anyone, a single soul, if you just want to be a kid around me. If you don't want to be a king all the time, you can be safe around me and my family, okay?"
She freezes, realizing how much of her heart she wears on her sleeve. "I... I guess by that I mean, you don't have to be alone. I know we don't know each other, but... It'd be wrong for me to not at least offer to help. In any way. I mean it."