Selester bowed, deeply, before rising -- with a bit of a grunt as he straightened, muffled as he rose, eyes flicking up and down the queen appraisingly. "Quite well, my Queen," he says. "It is quite the reward to see your garden in such bloom once again," he says, gesturing to the nearby flowering bush. "What of yourself? I understand that congratulations are due you for your good fortune as a mother."