[Her savior...don't worry, the butterfly does get the hint and shoos out of the way, going off elsewhere. Blanche very notably eases at that much, expression settling back to it's usual.]

I see. We didn't exactly have any of them around the castle, growing up. Not that mother nor father truly cared about maintaining anything that may have attracted them...

[...]

What was your village like?

[It's a minorly curious question, if nothing else. Blanche surprisingly isn't exactly well traveled despite her status, and she's never really bothered to ask before.]