Lia gaze follows the spoon as it goes round and round, but she's taking it what Wysteria says.

"Who is an anchor bearer? Exactly how inconvenienced were you by the pain? Where do you feel the pain? How would you characterize the pain on a scale from say a pricked finger to a broken bone? Is that food for the griffons?"

She suddenly looks up and looks Wysteria in the eyes.

"What's your name? You know a lot of things."