She paled and sank back into one of the seats. Turning towards two wizards who should be fighting to the death, she noticed how comfortable her lion was around the Dark Lord. He gestured without fear, contradicted insistent until he finally relented, not because he had been cowered but because he had been convinced. Grumbling, he sank to the floor in front of the chair Tom chose for himself. Studying the pair, noticing how their bodies were angled towards each other, she held out her hand for a cup of tea. Surprisingly, it was Tom who served her. After taking a soothing sip, she demanded, "I would like an explanation."