The name was an unpleasant shock, and she felt her eyes widen and her jaw go slack with the startlement of it - too quick for her to hide it or recover and act as if it were a name she did not know. But how could a guard like Ordhan, sworn to the Arling's service, know of Matt and yet not know who he was, exactly? Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of it; who could have told him? She erred on the side of caution with this one, not needing to fake her wariness or slight confusion. "He was Valere's steward and head of household for most of my life. He taught me almost everything I know. Practically raised me."
But even this shocking development didn't stop the quickness of her fox's mind, and her eyebrows came down a moment as she studied his face. Ordhan was a stone wall, but he could still be read, if she focused hard enough. And his actions were proving already to be far louder than his words. "You're starting to doubt, aren't you?" It slipped out before she could catch it, but it was said in the same sort of tone as her other words, sans the trace of puzzledness. She didn't know what she had said or did that had given Ordhan that hint of niggling worry, that all might not be as it seemed with his charge, but she was thanking Lady Luck for it.