[Eilonwy was just open mostly by default. That's how she made and kept friends, and it hadn't failed her so far. Especially during everything she and her friends had been through. If it was a product of where she'd been born, Eilonwy's too busy making another new friend to really give it a lot of thought.]

A friend- it's about this large. [She held up her hands and made a circle that was roughly the size of a baseball] It can float and likes chasing rats, and we can talk to each other just by thinking. [But as she switched from explaining Bauble to thinking of the Horned King, Eilonwy frowned.] A horrible king who thought I knew where some cauldron was!

His- well, I don't know who they were in his army of things. But one of his lackeys kidnapped both of us and threw us into a dungeon when I told him I had no idea what cauldron he was wanting; and suggested that he actually check a kitchen for one.