"No, he and the rest of the Riftwatch players were mercifully spared. You ought to have seen him cavorting around. I think he rather enjoyed being unshackled from his bow."

Her hand has dropped with automatic practice half to fend off further headbutts from the mabari and half simply to oat him on his great scarred block of a skull between his wedged ears.

"Here, let me take at a bit of that tart—"

Obviously Wysteria has brought the knife that had been laid alongside the plate with her, and so it takes almost no effort to take it up and hack a corner off the tart's end. She takes one bite to reduce the square to a into a far more reasonable waning moon before offering it to Ruadh.