Oh, that gets a smile out of her. 'You pass,' she says, as if it's settled, as if there couldn't be any doubt. 'I'm glad that I wasn't sober when you grew a skull for me, at any rate. There would have been more... alarm.' It takes her time to adjust to the improbable, but at least she recognises that tendency in herself, make light of her own difficulty.

Still. They have more urgent matters to focus on. This isn't time for fond reminiscence over - what can she call it, when they were in prison together? It sounds all wrong, and yet that's the truth of it.

'Yes, do let me speak to her.'

Tayrey waits what she believes to be a respectable amount of time, and then a moment longer, for good measure. 'Camilla the Sixth? Peace and prosperity to you. This is all... very new to me. Did you hear the conversation I had with Palamedes?' So she won't waste time telling Cam things she already knows - or won't omit key information, depending.