The High Lord was alert on another level, and not as a criticism to his son, who was always suspicious. He finished the muffin after deciding that the emotional tone, at least on this bus, was mostly the expected anticipation. The staff was mildy irritated, which amused him.

"I can see that, but she shouldn't be worried of frightening us. Perhaps it was a problem in her past." And of course, who'd want to give themselves--her whole self it looked to be--over to being a fighter of such intensity. But then again, he'd been used to trying to comfort and understand Jaenelle when she'd shift abruptly back and forth between Witch and child when she was younger. At least Jaenelle had been mostly sane and cognizant of the shifts. "This was done to her?" he asked. "She was broken to make her a weapon," he added to clarify what he was asking.