Once Benedict is moving toward the door Yseult steps back out of sight into the room, confident in Flint and Thranduil's desire to stop him from running should he change his mind and give it a shot. So it is that as he sits, the Scoutmaster is already crossing the room to set a cup of wine in the erstwhile chamberlain's hand.

"Drink that first," she says, perching on the corner of her desk, tone still hovering somewhere in the realm of that firm tone used by beleaguered but faintly amused mothers everywhere. "Then we'll talk."

She flicks a look over his head at her fellow division heads. There's only one other chair in front of her desk, but they seem like standing anyway.