Niniel smiled, a little flustered at Scylla's light-hearted treating of the subject of killing men. A joke? Just playing? The idea frightened her. Not just that Scylla could say something like that and mean it only as a joke, but that it seemed that, to Scylla at least, the idea was not as foreign as it was to the gentle Niniel.
"I--I don't know where I--I'm from. I d-don't remember. I--I can't remember any of it," she stammered, looking around a little frantically. She had been used to Soronume's protection at the other table, and now that he was not here, was floundering on how to answer without seeming too strange.
Scylla seemed to be friendly; was her slip earlier just a bad-mannered joke as she said? Or did it mean something about the woman that Niniel didn't want to think about. Niniel tugged on her braided hair, and smiled again, nervously.
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