[Bah what's even the point of getting married if you don't get a magical shortcut for these things—

Meh, he gets it. Ferran lets out a noncommittal noise.]

I'm not a fan of being stuck in a tower, convinced I haven't talked to anyone but my brainwashing kidnapper for a decade, and shooting anybody who comes close, but you can be the judge.

[The wolf doesn't seem to come with more innate trauma, but what does he know? He's not particularly interested in diving into whatever that role involves if Eustace isn't.]

Should we get some more jars, or are you good to help me look for those flutes?