Pavetta's name is written on a page, one he most recently poured over on the search for answers about her daughter, but there was no attached image for him to see. Istredd spends his time with books, not with people or with their portraits. What he does know about Cintra is a tragedy, although time has passed since the kingdom fell. His face falls, sympathy in his gaze.

"I see. I am sorry for what your people have endured." Istredd is aware that not everything is linear around here, but it doesn't occur to him that she wouldn't know what happened to her home. Otherwise, he might have been more careful with his choice of words. Istredd was in Cintra himself but a day or two ago.