"Don't give me that face, I'm not leaving soon," This to Beleth, almost in a whine; old habits die hard. He's a grown elf, promise, "--Really, Warden, I'm not."

Not until Sina is well. And she will get better, of course. Right, Inessa? Of course that's right.

"Thank you. Maybe later, you could give me what you've learned, so far?"