"Tea, please, if there is any."

"There should be - we've been running low on some of the spring flower brews, but have plenty of fall teas..." She goes and prepares a pretty big pot, coming back with a teapot and cup set (ones she made during her pottery phase; they're not very refined, and she never got a handle on the fancy colors or glazes, but she could make a clay-tone mama cat pot and kitten cups just fine).

"Thank you, child."

Giggle! "It's my pleasure."

"This is an unusual pot."

Smug! "That's 'cause I made it, and I'm an unusual girl."

"A blacksmith and a potter, then."

"And a tea-brewer, and a cook..."

"A girl of manifold talent."

"Very few things I can't do, given time to learn."

"Impressive."

Preen!

She chuckles quietly, and takes a sip of tea.

She brought a cup and a small plate of bread and cheese for herself, and sits next to Eloise to eat.

Break time, then.

Katwyn gets a bit squirmy about sitting in silence, but calms down soon enough if Eloise doesn't address her.

"This is good tea."

"Thanks. There's gardens out back we grow some of it in, and one of the farms nearer to the mountains grows a different variety too, and that's a good lightweight thing for them to trade when they come in..." She rambles pretty happily about the provenance of different herbs and flowers and leaves, though notes with some worry that the spring is late this year, and that'll hit the flowers hard - and she's worried about the pollinators with that, a neighbor keeps bees and they'll be struggling pretty soon... And the Trollocs haven't helped one bit, a lot of what they were getting to grow got trampled...

A pause.

Then, in a quiet voice: "Do you know why they attacked?" 

"I have my suspicions, yes."

"What are they?"

Quietly: "They are hunting the Dragon Reborn."

"And they think he's here?"

She nods. "And so do I."

"Who?"

"If I knew exactly, things would be simpler. As it stands, I know of three candidates. Matrim Cauthon, Liland al'Thor, and yourself."