Laerdya turns with wide eyes to listen to this first part, hope springing up in their depths. "Oh," she breathes. "Oh, do you really think so? I... I've been so afraid that they were... That she was... Oh, if it please the gods, let it be true that she's not being harmed. I just want her back safe and sound, my little girl."
At Sunrise's question, she hesitates. "Well, she and I are very close," she points out, this being obvious. "She's friendly with Erdan, he's like an uncle to her." Her hesitation grows longer. "She... is polite to Luther," she says, her lips thinning with a trace of old anger. "She doesn't dislike anybody, though, not my dear Gwynnestri."