Good. The girl wouldn't do anything truly stupid now. Maleficent was pleased.
She listened to the tale the girl wove, thinking about her own experiences. She had been left by her own true love, though this situation sounded completely different. Ariel's beau had not abandoned her on purpose, had not forgotten about her and left her lonely and miserable intentionally. Not like Stefan had.
"Your heart is still there." She assured. "You will live to love again. It feels like it is not possible now, but where there is life, there is hope."
It was wildly hypocritical. Wildly. But Maleficent would not see another innocent fae creature brought low by something as foolish as the idea of one true love. It didn't exist. It wasn't real. That's what she actually believed. A girl like Ariel, though, would not listen to those kinds of words. They were always full of hope and light and belief.
"This exchange that you made, the loss of your voice is the only consequence?" She didn't want to talk about love anymore.