“You were unnervingly delicate, And I had a weakness for etiquette”
“You are the seer. Not quite human, strangely ethereal, ever cryptic, the voice soothed even as it unnerved me. The words were familiar, but every time I thought I remembered where I had heard them, the memory floated just out of my reach.”
“But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.”
“Mother was delicate the way badgers were delicate.”
“Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?”
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, thinking my rusty host skills were going to get a workout this afternoon while dealing with a woman so clearly raised on etiquette and form.”