As Jeffrey got back to work in the garden, she was strangely silent. His face was a little ashen when he had returned from the Queen's throne room, but his color had returned soon enough. 
"How did it go, Jeffrey," asked Acan as he was using his huge terror bird feet to turn the soil with surprising precision. For a little while, Jeffrey didn't answer, but simply cleaned up every little pest that scurried from Acan's scratching feet, leaving the worms and beneficial bugs. 
After a time, Jeffrey piped up. "She said I had been under consideration as a spy because of the underground tunnel found behind the stables." Jeffry walked briskly on his sturdy burrowing owl legs, blinking one eye at a time. He seized a fat grasshopper as it tried to jump away from him, tearing it in half and eating both pieces. " She was worried about my youth, and my clumsiness, along with my lack of training, and so I think I'm home free for now..." he fell silent again, feeling a little bit unsure of himself.