Her gaze seems to carry more weight to it now, almost as if she's attempting to pin him to the tree with her eyes like a butterfly pinned for display behind glass.

"Finishing touch..." she pokes the nearest one very deliberately.

Just because the demon prince is now gone does not completely wash away the residue of magic from these creations. They were made of it, and they cannot be divorced from it. Much like art is made of the artist, and some part of them can never be severed completely.

"Elsie will keep them safe. Elsie doesn't mind that they are broken. Elsie still wants them."