"I hope you are good enough to take care of yourself, miss Xvital," Night Blade said, dipping his head politely as decorum would call for. "If you need anything, you can inquire Matron Hush Tone over there for advice," he tilted his head much more openly to an elderly looking griffin standing behind the front desk, who smiled warmly at stallion. "Excuse me, Matron Tone, but-"