There is, however, hesitation, sorting through information (does he know of a place called Valencia where someone like her could plausibly be from, she is fussing with her hand). "You are not from around here, I presume."

He's heard the tales. People who have emerged from the breaches, whole people who have not shown a trace of demonic possession. Who have knowledge of such fantastic things clearly otherworldly. And damn if there's nothing in the Chant that speaks specifically of what to do in a situation like this.

If Lady Cassandra has deemed them fine, then he will also. "Are you treated well within the walls? No mishaps, I hope?"