Robena delays her answer, but only so that she can take the time to pat one of the hunting dogs. Who's a good boy? They could have asked her to hunt every fox in the forest and they would likely have gotten the same "Yes, sure," for who could focus on the declarations of knights when the remaining dogs had realized pats were on offer and were petitioning for their own turns with the pat-giving stranger? She had been reprimanded by masters of hunts before for distracting the hounds from their duties, but if Robena saw a tummy she had to rub it. Behind her, Apricot snorted in either impatience or jealousy.

"Yes, sure," she repeated eventually, looking up at Lady Sauvage. "I then am Robena Coilleghille, and am honoured to be your guest this night."