( she tilts her hand—so-so odds—as she heaves a sigh worthy of the dog presently sleeping nearby and shifts in his arms until she can rest her back against his chest, drawing one of his hands to her waist and clasping it with both of her own. )

I think he is well-placed to do so, of those who might make the attempt. It's less pressing, I grant you, than Tevene or Nevarran, but it would be immensely valuable even so.

( her fingertips drum against the back of his knuckles. )

He is personally assisting me with Tevene.