Amelia let out a small breath that she didn't know she had been holding when she saw Théo smile. Well, atleast she'd have answers and conversation. She had fully turned to him, leaning forward slightly in her chair. If nothing else, this would save her some reading. She nodded wordlessly in reply, processing the new information in her head. It made sense, the hunters probably killed off most of the stronger monster breeds and thus could expand their operations. They might be spread thin, but their smaller numbers allowed for fast and precise agents rather than a whole squad. She almost considered taking notes, they would be useful if she ever found herself in military strategy.
She grew even more curious when Théo said that he had been "picked up." What did that actually mean? Was he an orphan? Maybe he was exiled from his home? Many thoughts circled in her head about the man in front of her, but she didn't even consider thinking about asking him more of his past. Neither of them knew the other well, and she wasn't sure if it was a difficult subject for him not. She'd keep it in mind of course, but she was still curious. Just who was this man?
The princess took an interest in the training and mutations, hanging on to the hunter's every word. She wasn't too surprised at how hard it must've been, they had to be highly specialized and powerful to kill monsters. Especially if they happened to be on their own. She noticed his moment of melancholy and bit her lip, wondering if he had said too much already. He still continued though, so she kept listening. When he was finished she sat back in her chair for a moment and processed everything. "Thank you Théodore, I must say that you've satisfied my curiousity."
(Maybe we should have the barebones of a plan, I myself am one for improvising rather than planning, but it's always good to have a bit of a plan in mind.)