The glance at her hand is tolerated; Skadi's not going to flinch every time someone notices the faint green glow, and if anyone's going to figure out what to do with it, it'll probably be a mage. "If you need them, we'll provide, of course. We didn't come all this way to sit on our arses, did we?" She pats Kodlak lightly upon saying that.

"How do the lowlanders treat you, as a mage? I heard there was a war, but not much else. Are they still going on about 'apostates', as though that means anything to us?" She frowns a little, concerned both for Kattrin's sake and her sister's if Freya ever gets it in her head to follow her. She'd better not, though, not before releasing her teacher.