[ Strange words to hear from Delita... or perhaps it is the look on his face, his expression that gives her pause. Her resolve is swift to rise to the surface, simmering hotly beneath her words. ]

I would know, not wonder, Ser Delita. What has been done with regards to the return of the displaced to their land of origin? Thus things cannot remain. I trust Ser Ramza hold steady his sword. Her Majesty has need of a sword true to guard her. So long as she has not, I shall not, cannot rest.