It's a good thing Viatorus didn't take off the helmet, it gives him a way to hide his burning cheeks. He splutters, trying to formulate a response in the face of Ingirun's expression of tight-lipped diplomacy. "I-I-I-I don't," is the witty remark he comes back with.

"I think he was joking, Viatorus," Ingirun tells him helpfully, casting an eye to Harrowheart for some small confirmation and smiling again. "It does not matter. You will both smell of vanilla and cinnamon now!" She laughs, and Viatorus stops his fretting. Turning to Harrowheart, she asks, "Is it okay to have some fresh mint in your water? For flavour?"