She accepts the tiny square object out of automatic aplomb. It has yet another button and an opaque screen that covers most of its face. Whatever purpose it may have, Illyria cannot guess.

This is concerning.

"It is very small." A neutral observation. A God-King will not appear inept before a mere principality, so she depresses the single button with her shell's fingers with utter certainty. The object makes a soft noise and the screen illuminates.

Illyria has no idea what this may mean, but she doubts very much it is a beneficial thing. She regards the object with wary disaste.