Sina's shard was usually hurting her, and perhaps it made her testy at times, but she was unusually so at the moment. She accepted a teacup, blew on it, and thought for a moment before answering.

"That Templar who was looking for you, at the party," she mused, "...he's courting you, isn't he." She lifted her eyes to meet Pel's, curious but wary, giving her the benefit of the doubt.