Liranan's tray has come with company!

Someone has escaped from the kennels and is now throwing herself down in front of the fire, tongue lolling and tail wagging.

"Oh, now you -- !"

Ysalwen raises a hand, waving it very slightly in the air.

"No, it's all right, it's fine. I -- we're all fine here."

Puppies, what can you do?

"I'll send her back later, it's -- the company is welcome. I think."

Is it, Cullen?