Fuyu stood tall, his posture deliberate and his gaze unwavering. Although he directed his words toward Lyra as if he were a petitioner seeking an audience, his true audience was Susan. He needed her to see past the "lowly" nature of the work; he needed her to buy into the narrative of the selfless healer, the compassionate son who only wanted to ease the burdens of the women who carried the weight of the world on their shoulders. If he could convince Susan, he would have a permanent shield against Nula's skepticism.
"What... what the hell is Fuyu talking about?"
