Eleanore nodded. "I won't tell," she assured her. "And- well, if you'd like to keep me as a mysterious, helpful stranger- if that's easier- that is fine, as well." She gave a faint smile. "We will find others to help, though, Abby. I promise. Even if it means writing my father and having him petition the Queen in your name- I'd do it, to see you happy again."