Her heart sinks within her like a stone, for it's clear as the sky above them here in this place what he wants to know.

Ever honest was Susan Delgado, in all the ways that mattered, and better far it be her than Caspian, if it's to be told, she thinks. Her da' had always told her there were three ways of going about a thing - to do it, to leave it, or to dissemble and avoid, and oh, she kens well the scorn he'd held for those who'd take that third path. And so, with a silent prayer to her own father's memory, she takes her courage into her hands and meets Drinian's gaze.

"I've seen him there, aye," she says, softly. "Once, but not to speak to. But he has the look of his father, say true."