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She smiled sheepishly at what he revealed, glad to know that her healing had been not only adequate but welcomed by a healer. At his question, that expression wavered, replaced by something more troubled. The dying mother. . . Lainie. . . Lilah. . . Cicero. . . Glimpses of those faces she was unable to save overtook her for a moment; she blinked, clearing her mind.

I've never really thought of it, Maegi half-lied, shrugging. My father was skilled in poisons and taught me, too; I was always more interested in what could harm than what could heal. And there's. . .there's too much blood on my paws to really consider medicine.

Perhaps a lame excuse, but it was the only one she had. The only way she could articulate her thoughts. How could she explain to this man the awful things she had done? The good things she had failed to accomplish?