Ingress grins, relieved. If nothing else, she's been successful in giving Harrow a little distraction.

"Tom says people are scared of them because of their association with death, think they're unlucky." She strokes the thestral along its slightly slippery, smooth flank. "I think that's rubbish."

She holds the wax paper packet of raw meat out for Harrow. "You can feed it, if you'd like."