He was scrabbling. Grabbing for his hat - it was the fashion to have these hats with plumes, just the biggest feathers but I've never seen birds with feathers like that so I reckon some were fake. Don't know why he was so concerned with his hat but Orlesians and rich people. [Strange people. Really strange.] Well she pretty much punches the life back into you for healing and sweats a fever out by seeing how much she can heat you without roasting you. And the whole ice-slide thing? She does it with fire. Just. Lots of fire. The time with the grease was inspired.

[Of course they all smelt like rendered fat for about a week in the middle of a dry season and apparently rolling in dust didn't really get it off since they were in the Anderfels but you can't argue with the results she got. Or no one wanted to. (Yngvi will sell it as the former but it was absolutely the latter. Best 'most likely to be a rage demon in disguise' you'll ever meet.)

There's noise that isn't squeaking - muffled noise like-- yes. Sniffing. Then Yngvi taking it back.] Trying to work out where the voice came from.

What? Didn't have a problem with eating them and academics and animals do that! [Like the Nevarran one. Twitchy spidery-hands one. Too many long names for Yngvi to keep straight.] You learn best with one and they need rescued before the poncey one lobs them in the kitchen to get thrown on a chopping block.