Bethany rubs Garahel's ears affectionately, beforehand, and even as she sat at a rickety chair in front of a rickety table, she was still petting the mabari when he wandered over to check on her.

"Hmmm. Yes. Probably." She's squinting at a scroll in front of her, trying to make out the words. They might be in Tevene. Or they might just be that faded. "At least we shall have to eat at some point."