Certainly someone had taken notice, though K'pandolu has been occupied enough with her own matters not to know the details. A poor showing on her part, but she hoped to be able to do something about that now- at least in part.

She headed over to Ven and reached out for his shoulder, tail flicked up lightly, her other hand occupied with a plate of biscuits. "I wondered if you might like some of these," she offered.