It was a hell of a time for her to arrive, that's enough said. A flicker of Teren's eyelid passes for a wince as Cedric describes what happened, and she gives a businesslike nod, the corners of her mouth tugging into a pensive frown.

It relaxes slightly at the sight of Blanche being spoiled: indeed, she deserves it. That griffon's been through a lot.

"You're Nevarran," Teren observes after a beat, her own accent giving away exactly how she knows this.