She had done what she could. Everything in her power, at least. A kingdom visit, a trip (or two) to the field. Whether or not she had been successful in either endeavor didn't matter, at least as far as she was concerned. What mattered was that she was doing what she could - for now.
That didn't mean that she was satisfied.
Aranea yearned to give more to Tephra. The Kingdom had grown on her and she was happy to call it home. While it would never be the Valley it was beautiful in its own way and she felt a kinship with the lands that was similar to what she had known in the Valley. It was more than she had expected when she had agreed to come here. It was more than she had hoped for.
Despite all of her efforts she lay alone. While she might consider Eight her friend, and while she would like to consider Magnus one, she lay alone. It was tedious, trying to make friends without a voice to introduce herself, and Aranea had all but given up hope in that regard. Ruan was the exception. Well intentioned and kind she appreciated the company of the wolf; whether or not they could be called friends was a question she had yet to answer.
Her sleep had not been deep and so she did not mind the interruption. Aranea was quick to her feet, her body tensed and ready for whatever it was the king had to say. Her gaze slipped instinctively to their surroundings and her ears swiveled on her head, seeking to pinpoint a source while she waited for him to speak. However within moments the tenseness faded and she was at ease (no immediate threat to be found) and she studied him with immense curiosity - what news could he possibly have?