"I will handle it." He repeats- not at all cross with having to do so. What manner of teacher had she before that something so simple as allowing a mistake would baffle her? For him it would be jarring- but he was raised as a Crow. As best he can tell she has lived no such thing. But he takes this, tucks it carefully away in his memory for future instances.

Mistakes are made- but no one has died from it. No one has come to harm. Fright? Certainly. But not harm. There has been no blood.

"You know where I stay, yes? If not I will lead you to the room later tonight. It is a ways in the back but I've a coal brazier to keep the room warm and blankets enough. Alistair is a bit of a cuddler- but if you elbow him in the ribs he will move."