[ Seisyll allows herself to be picked up, falling limp in Ori's hands (or is it a cheeky form of protest?). She squirms a bit in the tiefling's lap, but soon picks a rather...odd position, where she's splayed out, belly exposed.

Trahearne watches Ori handle her with little concern--he trusts her, of course--and patiently waits for her to broach the subject.

And when she does, his expression drops almost immediately.

Flashbacks of that moment, the panic and terror and belated horror that he could not tell apart Ori's voice from Mordremoth's, fill his head, and he visibly tenses. He stares down at the cookie in his hand, no longer interested in snacking on it. After a quiet moment, he places the cookie back in the box.

When he looks up at her, his eyes are pained. He wants to say something to her, but it takes a moment for him to speak up. And when he does, his voice is hushed, stern, afraid. ]

Do not ever communicate with me in that manner again. I understand our situation was...unusual, and that you had an important message for us. But I am terrified to think of what I would have done had I not realised it was you speaking to me and not the dragon.

[ The dragon. The voice from his dream all those months ago. ]