The woman daintily raises her eyebrows, with a regretful sigh.

"I will be sad to lose her, but if you are so very attached, of course."

A silent nudge with saidar, and Shelley stands, still holding the tray with wine and a glass. Graendal reaches over and pats her bare hip almost caressingly, provoking a shy, delighted smile from the girl before she obediently turns a shadow of that same look on Ishamael as she approaches to offer the glass.