The Tangle she told him to take care of me

Before him, her face passed through a million expressions, and he recognized the nuance of precisely zero of them.  Just as foriegn as her emotions are to him, the words are as well.  Little information had been withheld from him within Drageda — heda was a straightforward woman.  The ladies of the sound had been less so, however — if they spoke with such shrouded intent as the black-faced woman had to him on that day, he supposed he could kind of understand where she was coming from.  How sad.

That doesn't happen in Drageda, he says, furrowing his brow.  Why is your family like that?  For the first time, his inquiry is soft(er — lbr, Tux will never be "soft").