Yes, well. She was raised old-school Andrastian, Ellana. These are the sort of things you learn from childhood. Pray to the Maker, listen to your mother and father, and hope one day to marry someone suitable.

You don't get everything, as it turns out. Her lips curve upwards at the observation, just the same. "Does it? I've been looking after children since I was one," she murmurs, looking down at the dozing child with fondness in her eyes. "Never to have any of my own, I suppose it's not that surprising."