"I know him," Lenore confirms with a nod, which is to say that yes she can recognize him on sight and make an effort to prevent him from taking further damage in whatever conflict is inevitably going to ensue. She'll let him get away with dodging the rest of the question, since it'll probably be easy enough to figure out once they're all back in Thorne. It's not like he's subtle.

She wants to weasel more information out of him. She wants to nettle him. She wants a nap.

"Take care of yourself out there," she says instead, dangerously close to something resembling fondness. "Try not to stab anyone on our side."