It was nice to hear that. She'd have to press Brooke to hear more of the details behind that, because among other things, she was looking happier than ... ever, really.

She looked back at Alistaire for a moment, replying sweetly.

"I've my own weapons, darling nephew. You needn't worry about me."

She turned her attention back towards Alexander and Marcelo. "I can't wait to see it." She'd even be gentle towards them. An embarrassing number of Marcelo's other clothes ended up slashed or torn. Though he rarely seemed to mind.