He came to me. It was a hint, like yours.

[And it was, in a sense.

Lenka hesitates for a long moment. His tail lowers to curl around his feet as he sits, carefully in the middle of the aisle. He has to be careful, or his flaring mane will send a lot more than a single axe down the way.]

... Newt, what did you think of the letters? And what we learned last week.

[It might be a bit vague, but he'll just have to put up with it.]