"It is her name. She chose it. Therefore it fits her." Illyria's logic is infallible. Pancakes winds one tentacle affectionately around her mistress' arm in appreciation of the defense of her title. She was very proud to come up with it, undignified as her mistress may find it.

The principality wishes to leave. She cannot suppress her confusion at that either, for there is nowhere it may hide from the Shaper of All Things, truly.

"We have not finished engaging in glorious battle," she murmurs, puzzled despite herself (confusion, emotional output, a remnant of the shell she is in, and nothing more). And she is - disappointed. The principality was a challenge of the metaphysical, fragment of the world she once ruled without question. She would have liked to exercise her authority over it and triumph in conflict once more.