[ The flinch isn't lost on Moenbryda, but she doesn't remark on it. Perhaps it's because she, too, is caught up in the excitement of the moment or because it seems to be tied to some private pain that this isn't the time or place to ask.

For now, she'll meet that raised eyebrow with one of her own, giving him a quick grin as well. ]

Is that so? I happen to know some of the Scions quite well, myself. Urianger is a childhood friend. [ She looks reflective, leaning back slightly in her seat. ] I don't suppose you've seen them recently, have you?