"Sonia is a part of House Vorbarra," Sonia points out primly, fishing the bottle out of his hands for another good drink. She leans back against the tree a little more heavily, her head loosely lolling to the side as she gazes at the view over the cliff.

She lets her head roll to the side to look at him, one corner of her mouth tugged down. "Byerly," she says firmly, despite the soft slur to her words, "you are not useless and spent. Who decided your duties ended when your spy mission ended? Who says you only get to serve once? You can still serve, Byerly, don't be so ridiculous."