My loss? [Bertie blinked at her, feeling slightly better now she'd edged off. That playful tone, though... It had hints of Honoria, or perhaps Angela? He really hoped she was leaning in a more sororal than romantic direction.] Oh, that happened ages ago. I'm perfectly fine, really. I thought it might be a bit more fresh for you coming out of being a filly and remembering all that.

But you haven't heard of birds and beazels who've tipped their hat to Saint Peter keeping a weather eye on mortal matters? I suppose they've got to have a way to occupy themselves up above. Wishing well on those left behind is something of a pastime, I'm given to understand.