The Grand Hall is as good a place as any for a conversation. Open, anyway, should he require room to maneuver, even if the raven does look to be in a hurry (there's no firebrand, either physical or spirit, in sight).

But he pauses and lands to hear the gun out nonetheless, albeit with a wary manner. Lady knows his own behaviour wasn't unaffected when the flowers were active. If nothing else, he can at least appreciate her businesslike attitude and the way she cuts straight to the chase.

"Won't be necessary," he says curtly, soon as she's done. "Reparations, that is. Past's past. Doubt many of us were quite ourselves then, so we can leave those events as is and move on to more relevant matters." Starting blank slate isn't quite forgiveness, but it's close enough.

He flickers human and crosses his arms under his cloak, shadows seeming to cling to them. "You say you're gathering allies? What for?"