(Alash Vortex POV)
She didn't say it loudly. Daphne never says anything loudly, and she has never needed to.
"No," I said.
"You decided when I'd find out about my own body."
"Yes. I thought I was being..."
I stopped. Careful was the word I had been using on myself all week. Out loud, on that wall, it sounded like something you say about stairs.
"Yes," I said again.
She unfolded her arms and looked down at her wrists. She turned one of them a little, as though she could see through the linen to whatever was underneath.
"At Merrow's it didn't matter much," she said. "Something had happened and you didn't know what. I could live with that. I did."
She let that stand for a moment.
"Then the gold came."
I didn't say anything.
