“Too long.”

Perhaps precisely long enough - but that is a broader matter than simply the last time these two women spoke. Benevenuta casts a glance out from their position to study the crowds, her smile small but...well, much as it ever is. She has the look of a woman with a secret - many secrets - and the inclination to perhaps tell one or two.

Now and then.

“Nevarra suits you, if I might be so bold. You're with the Inquisition's delegation, I assume?”