Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

Kheviel realized that the woman was rhyming, not just speaking in a sing-song tone. Her ear flicked to hear it and she gave the woman a curious once-over, but said nothing about it. I don't know, she said, and was already tired of talking about her pain. I've been given poppy seeds in the past but I don't like the way they make me feel. I've been this way for so long that I've... learned to live with it. She heaved a sigh. I suppose if you want to try, I'll take whatever you give me, but at this point, I'm not hopeful.

There was a time not so long ago when she would've simply shut the woman down. Maybe Cayetano, in his own weird way, was a good influence on her. She pulled a face at that.