"Hold that thought." Morok took out his communication amulet, begging the owner of the Travelling Tavern for last-minute changes to the menu and a bit of extra space for him and Quylla. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
The relationship between the two was still strained after the War of the Griffons but the prolonged cohabitation and her tender care were slowly smoothing things over. Lith could hold a grudge for a very long time but being ungrateful was out of the question.