"Oh, no, petal, it will not make it worse. We all, all the Phouka, look alike. When we die in battle or the Queen chooses to unmake us, She simply makes more. We are created from the dirt in the Wyldwoods. And then I do not know the magic she uses, but she forms us and gives us life and minds to think with. And then the older Phouka train us to be ferocious warriors. We are the Queen's guard. It is a position we are all proud to have. But now...now I have none of my kind and I am here with the prince, whom I adore. And I guard Winter and Finlay. My job has not changed. It has simply moved to the mortal world," the creature explained patiently.