"Thanks. It's all right." For values of "all right" that mean "Let's get this over with." Sasha lets Chahle curl close against her, and explains: "My nurse was Kirrish, like Yehan. I--I have some of that heritage, myself. But the heptarchate doesn't have a fucking monopoly on suppressing other people's calendars. I don't know what was true and what was only stories. I can affect things I can see or hear or interact with, including through the grid, but it's not predictable and it's not reliable. Ione had some ideas about tests, but we haven't run them yet."