she's a strange sort of queen

"I know." She smiles as she says it and shrugs and means she knows to every statement made, playing with the chain at her neck as she does so. "Knowing, Su, and fearing, still. It's just harder there. You see that, too? It's harder to tell what's shadows and what's real, sometimes. And..." Lucy stops and looks at Susan, shruggin a little back with a faint smile. "I know," again. "I liked her, when I met her. Quite a bit. Jealous as could be, on a level, too, but she was quite nice."