"Thank you, Warden Cousland." She frees herself from Gru's affections long enough to pour herself a glass. "I believe I'll take you up on the food as well. It has been a rather long journey."

Gru thumps his tail, manages to squeeze one last scratch out of Fiona, then pads back to Alistair's side. The stranger who smells like magic doesn't seem too bad, but one of his people is really tense for some reason. Best to stick close to him, just in case.

Fiona goes on, "I hope my delay hasn't inconvenienced you too terribly?"