Again, you watch your mother's face. It's as expressionless as ever as she listens to the tamer's explanation, and you lean back in your chair as you await the outcome. You had your suspicions that this would result in the tamer's death, and for some reason, it made your heart clench more at that thought than the thought of having your own mother murdered. Perhaps it was the fact that your friend -- you mean, the tamer, was always so innocent and lively. More so than your mother, a stone-cold, murderous wretch.

"Look up, Delphinia," your mother orders, and you're surprised that she remembers the tamer's name. Even you, who played with her many days of the year in the garden, could not recall it until now.