[The needle's flashing pauses in the moment of hesitation, though it's clear from the swampy sensation of Rhan's mind that it isn't a moment of avoiding answering so much as it is just the beat it takes to draw her attention from whatever thoughts live under that muddled surface. She blinks - takes full stock of the girl sharing the warmth of the fire -, then resumes her needlework.]

Of course. If I didn't, we'd have just sent the whole lot of you back to where you came from my darling. No - everyone left is, I'm certain, very sure and sensible indeed. [She makes a soft noise, the yellow frills of her neck flexing from it. Maybe it's a laugh, but it doesn't really feel like one.] It was never a question of capability. --Well. No. That's not true. But I don't think it is anymore. Siva'co might think differently, but he's just an ratty old man that there's simply no pleasing him without reading his mind. We let people go back because we have less ground to cover now and because targeting the Enemy so directly tends to be dangerous work. No sense in having someone along who'd rather not do the job dragging their heels, hm?