"May I keep such esteem in the future," she replies, raising her own and finishing it. She's far more on the back foot than she lets on, and sets the empty cup of wassail down a little too heavily.

"As for how long? eh.... About a year, before--" here, again, she taps her neck. "Then, after, from about three months ago, aboard the Mad Archer, then the Hand to Mouth, for as long as we kept her."