"Hey... welcome back," Feril said, looking to acknowledge Gareth's return and failing to notice that he returned with a sword. Her attention was pulled away by the other stranger at their table a larger man with his face, part of it anyway, obscured by a white eye wrap. Sir Thomas, if she recognized him from his trial. It wasn't as if there were many other people matching his description in the palace. She still didn't know how she felt about him, he had been acquitted of a crime that didn't involve a hair on her but he seemed favored by Canti and that didn't bode well. She returned eye contact when he glanced in her direction, before going back to her drink. The knights were talking now, she assumed they had some business with Sophia, and knew it was best not to interrupt that sort of thing. Before she knew it, she was resting her head on her folded arms over the table. Fatigue had caught up with her after three days riding and one night panicking in the great hall with the others, and closed her eyes as she waited.