The Heartwood Edge control

For all his merits, Llewellyn tends to be a little narrow-sighted. Battle tactics? Sure, lay them all out. But he is notorious for missing details in a conversation, especially focused on other things--like he had when thinking of Mynydd--and he has forgotten that she mentioned her travels. He'll be damned, though, if he lets the slip show. He doubles down on the scowl instead, waiting until she exhausts herself before speaking again.

"You could have been lying. I don't know you from anyone else," he counters. "And I have better things to do than gossip about traitors. Out of sight, out of mind." Though now, perhaps, one of them is clearly in sight. Even if she is telling the truth, then she is at least partially devoted to them--these wolves, who took so freely from a kingdom and left it bleeding.

The wounds of Ioan's betrayal are too fresh still for Llewellyn to let this past injustice slide.

"It is a grievous fault, to support those who would betray their leader," Llewellyn says coldly, looking down his nose at her. "Perhaps you should steal yourself away from that kind of company." He knows not why he is telling her what to do. His words come from emotion rather than logic; pathos and ethos hand-in-hand, with logos cast aside.