What? [Mari squints at him. Ad meli...what? That's a stupid name for an organisation.] Towards better what?

[Mari stands up, still eyeing him as though he might switch and attack. She's not exactly afraid of that, but, well, her healing ability is a precious resource and this guy is gigantic. Might be best to run if anything happens.] You having no reason to cause me harm isn't much of a reassurance. People take leave of their reason all the time.

[Now what? She peers down the gleaming corridors and sort of wants to just find somewhere to hide under for a few hours and regroup.] Oh. [He might need her name.] Mari verch Llewelyn. From The Golden Hour.