Ffion frowns, remembering. "It would be safer at the manse, just in case. People are asking about it. Something came up. I have to go."
"Ithel has keys," she murmurs to herself, then pushes the thought away, turning for the front door. "It's been ages! Where did Rhodri get to?" She reaches out one hand for the door knob, then freezes at the sound of a familiar voice from outside.