This isn't her job

Well, then, let's rule you out proper, shall we, Helena replied with icy indifference.

Really, she felt like she lost her edge against the other, and a sour taste had crept into her mood for it. Still, she had one last, final trump to play. She stood from her chair, and walked past Mari to the door, tucking the little scroll into her pocket for safe-keeping. She did not bother to hide what she said to the Templar officer waiting by the door.

It warrants further assurances. Have her delivered by sundown, she ordered, signing the parchment slips of her evaluation and agreement to take responsibility for Mari as her ward. I'll get to the bottom of this, she muttered to herself more lowly, shooting the mage one last look rife with suspicion before strutting out. She had preparations to make.