Mirille looks at the dragonchild and then back at her companions. She catches the meaningful look Magnus tosses at Aya. I think we can salvage this.
"Well, then," Mirielle says. "Looks like all we can do is wait." She puts curious emphasis on wait. "Maybe his employer can shed a little light on what Ambrath wanted."
She turns back to Vandroy. "You sounded hesitant calling them your employers, neighbor," she says amicably. "Are they paying you in a, shall we say, non-standard currency?"