Lion Head Mesa occursus

My father. I told you, she said, frowning a bit. Had he been paying attention? She didn't blame him if not; she'd been so listless these days as to lose the majority of words thrown her way. She licked her lips.

Was that his question?

Or did he suspect her learning—or teaching—such things within the halls of Akashingo?

It's been a long time since I've dealt with poisons beyond poppies, Maegi assured him. Seasons past my life here. Whoever meant to hurt Satsu did not learn anything from me.

And she knew it to be true. A clear conscience, at least on this subject.