[ A fond chuff escapes her as she writes out her notes, including his name beneath Sansa Stark's before she sets her pen down and looks back at him. Her ears prick up with his question, sing-song as he is, but rather than be dismissive...

... Mhairi smiles. The corners of her muzzle upturn subtly, and her good eye softens a little with the way it relaxes her face. ]

Of course you do, young Tori. This is why I'm entrusting your care to Lady Denholm. [ She tilts her head. ] Aldusa holds a position that would allow you more access freely, where mine does not. You may not see results right away, but you're a hard worker, hm? I know that much. And hard work pays off.