[She may not get the chastisement she expects from this particular voice.]

I see. [A moment's pause and a sniff follow.] I have heard tell someone was kidnapped from Caer Glaem. We also lost many soldiers in the fighting.

[Connor sounds more tired than anything, but there is a hint of frustration there in his clipped tone. This place seems to take a perverse delight in heaping feelings of helplessness upon him. Helpless to return to his own lands, his own conflicts, helpless to return to his people. And now helpless to even see anything work out here.]

Perhaps the monarchs should have thought to train their ill-gotten army.