Somewhere far away from the events at the palace, deep in the woods an innocent looking owl perches itself high above in the trees. From below comes the mocking voice of a cloaked traveller.
"Oh, look at the stupid owl. What a dumb little creature. Can you hear me you absolutely useless collection of feathers?" and so on...
The owl lands on the woman's outstretched arm and immediately asks "You do know it is me? Allone?"
Sansregret replies "Owls are not supposed to speak for a reason, dearl. Their breath is horrible."