Simon once again tore his eyes away from the scene outside of the window when he sensed Niks re-entering the room. He smiled at what she'd chosen, knowing instinctively that she wouldn't be bare under.
"You look quite lovely, Niklas." She was one of those women who could have worn practically anything and still look good, but he was very happy that she'd done what she could to fit in with the surroundings.
"They are your people as well. They will know you for what you are, and they will welcome you. Even those that are purists cannot deny the Key."
He knew that she was too tied to the Dreamlands, that place where every fae of any kind loved to spend their time, for any of them to reject her.