"How kind of you to appear and provide one," is the reply, managing to be clipped and overly saccharine at the same time.

Rolant has been languidly striding along beside Alexandrie all day. It is no longer any strange thing to hear his voice, but something small tenses between her shoulders all the same. He laughs, now, although it is the delighted laugh one might hear given to a scruffed kitten's first hiss.

"She grew teeth!" He can't touch her, not really, but he makes a movement to lift her lip with a finger and tilts his head as if examining them before looking back over his shoulder to favor Byerly with the effortless charm of his smile. "Why Rutyer, you were worth something after all. Good whetstones are so hard to find."