Inric starts fiddling with his wyrbeast's harness. Glancing warily over her shoulder, Orien enters her house - by the front door this time - and goes to fetch the stick and hat she'd hidden under her sleeping nest. "These are yours, aren't they?" She offers them to him with a cautious smile. "Yes," he says, then "thank you," as though he'd had to remember to say it. He holds out the harness. "And I believe this belongs to Tiero." "Oh yes." She takes it. "Um... About Tiero..." He is already turning away. Hurriedly she blurts out, "can't you please do something to help him?"