"Jean Riudaure. I wish we'd first met face-to-face under better circumstances. What is it, I assume it's important and urgent?"

One of the greatest pleasures in Lilia’s life is successfully deceiving her mother. She of course would never dream of doing it for that reason. But she doesn’t correct her instantly either - she’ll figure it out soon enough - just opens the bags of holding and shows two dozen variously battered tiny bodies. 

“I’m in a headhunting mood,” she says, which isn’t how Riudare would put it. “Who are we looking for?”

"...and I guess I'll still get that chance. Valia Wain, whoever reprinted her speech, the damned fool who thinks he's JP Marit, and anyone who was standing on tables stirring up the mobs, or leading them in the streets. Locate and identify only, we'll decide who to detain and have the watch do that. Where are those from?"

"Charthagnion, the Rego Pena, Impriax, Siraon, the Qatada. I don't know if you're raising delegates' families but I grabbed them where I saw them. Wain's church found her. You're going to tell me we don't want to try to provoke them into joining her in treason even though I bet I could play it well enough to be rid of the whole blessed church. I tagged a couple mob leaders, where I saw them. I'll look for your pamphleteers."

"We are generally of the opinion that less treason among our subjects is desirable, rather than more. Despite appearances, the church of Iomedae remains an ally," for now, "and we have quite enough trouble without creating more out of nothing. Have you been enjoying yourself, lately?"

You don’t always get the perfect opportunity to throw the Church of Iomedae out and it isn’t likely to come when there isn’t lots of chaos. She doesn’t argue, though. “Oh, I find Republicanism great fun. I know Cotonnet didn’t do it for me and I doubt he’d appreciate my thanks for the entertainment, especially not today, but - it’s exhilarating.”

You could stand to enjoy yourself a little too, you know. She doesn’t say it. They do not have the kind of relationship where Lilia offers advice.

"I'm glad that you're having fun. Someone ought to get something out of this, with all the work we're putting into it." She's not really planning to enjoy herself until Geb is dead. Deader. Or otherwise incapacitated.

"Take care, stay safe, good hunting. And thank you."

Lilia finds it disconcerting when her mother thanks her. One doesn’t, usually, thank one’s limbs for their service, or one’s unseen servant. Lilia moves as her mother wills it and to thank her for it is if anything to underestimate the service it is. “Your Majesty,” she says, with a smile, and departs.