Sophie's face was wet with over-tired tears, but she smiled, glowing as brightly as someone as tired as she was could at the queen and Link for their promises and kind tones and she was so tired and they were making pictures of that with the royals and they were so certain it was perfect and she was ready to sob hysterically from relief. It was only a tenuous grip on her dignity that kept her from doing that.
She'd be doing it plenty once she got home and Ivee managed to get her into bed.
"Yes, ma'am," she said, nodding obediently. "I'm glad you like it."