"We know, my queen," one of the Veela whose eyes were wandering around in wonder. She had her arms wrapped around her and rubbing them to warm herself up. Taking pity on the woman, I cast the warming charm on her. She recognized what I had done and was thoroughly embarrassed at the lack of foresight to apply one herself. "Thank you," she muttered. "It still doesn’t change our choice. We wish to help in any way we can."