"I normally wouldn't be," Ami agreed. "But you can be a little pigheaded when it comes to hormones. And subtleties. And letting rapists, murderers and slavers live." She flinched at the flick, but accepted it as her due.

She took another sip of her drink, relieved at the prospect of not having to talk so much at once, until a thought occurred to her. "Don't expect him to be kind," she warned Adela. "You don't..." She tried to find a way to put it nicely. She failed. "You don't deserve that, just yet. You have to get back up to that level through your own power, first."