( Benedikta's attention snaps up sharply as an unfamiliar voice cuts across the courtyard — but then every voice is unfamiliar here, isn't? She schools her expression back from the brink of that flare of rage, her jaw tight and her attention sharp for all the storm still howls behind her eyes. )

You're certain of that, are you?

( True, the mages had said something similar about her powers upon her arrival, but Benedikta doesn't hold out a great deal of hope for that. Garuda was taken from her before she ended up here, after all ... but people don't need to know that. Not explicitly.

She straightens up, pulls herself together, and folds her arms across her chest: )

And who are you to say such things?