Lakshmi's tone wipes the smirk of Teren's face, and she raises an eyebrow, lapsing into silence to let the woman speak. Taking a drink of wine, she shakes her head to the question of whether or not she's told anyone of Lakshmi's secret: what, does she look like a bloody snitch?

"That might not be relevant," she says with a shrug, "I daresay one whose blood is already poisoned is rather more at risk than the average initiate."