my heart runs on gasoline vapors

It was true. Lefty was entirely unaware that there had been a flood. A testament to the tenacity of the Armada, if anything. First, they gathered up materials for a cloak-- some cloth and wool, some leather. They slung it over their back again and wagged their tail, looking at Basilisk.

"I would like to make my own weapon and shield." She speaks boldly, perhaps, but there is an assurance in her voice. "A... well. A way to prove myself, but also because I do enjoy the process of smithing." Here, their jaws twitched into a little smile.

Then they approached the obelisk together; she tilts her head and reads it over, nodding -- "I've no questions, Prince Basilisk. If any come up, I'll ask you." She deliberately didn't mention Sirius; he was an option to ask, of course, but she was meant to report to Basilisk.