"You don't write or anything?"

"If people knew she was behind it they'd know who to look for, they'd wonder if they could get her attention by doing something with us... people know that we had a sister who ran off to seek her fortune on the high seas, they haven't connected that with the terrorism because why would they? There aren't portraits, she could never sit still for them..."

"How do you even know it's her, then?"

"It started after she left and it's the thing she was planning to do. 's possible she started it but died and other people are carrying on, I guess. I think Caranth sends her money sometimes, he might know how to contact her."

"I haven't met him yet."

"I'll introduce you when he next visits! He doesn't much, he's really busy."

"What's he do?"

"Invests in shipping."

"Does that take a lot of time?"

"Apparently. I guess it's possible he just doesn't like us and that's why he's not around much."

"Why wouldn't he like you?"

"He's a very eccentric person."

"Well, I think you're very likeable."

"Oh good. What would I do with a slave who disliked me." He glances over at Amait, who is sitting next to Ayabel.

Amait studiously does not react.

Ayabel doesn't say anything. She adds feathers to the mouse she's drawing.

He snuggles his slave who does like him.

Snuggle!!!

She silently looks at the feathers.

She finishes the mouse. Offers it to Amait.

Sigh.

If Amait does not want it she can just tuck it in her folder.

That works.

They get to the plantation.

"While we are here would you like me to do the condition assessment work you mentioned before?"

" - yes, that'd be great."