"This world," being in the home of someone else, being invited here because they spoke, because they seem to align on something like this is freeing and tension slips out of Araceli's shoulders, allowing them to sink a half inch, "it never moves on, it drags the same conflict through the mire again and again and again."

It's not everything she's held in her chest for - how long has it been, how many hours has she held in the screaming when she hasn't gone home to wherever she and Korrin have stayed to scream at the furniture, to throw a thing in an ugly fit - but it eases something in her.

"I have your publications, I enjoyed them. I was-- that someone would take the time. Would take the trouble to speak up. I know so many people who will wring their hands day and night and worry themselves but when it comes time to do anything, oh no, oh no they cannot, they will say the words so loudly but it means nothing if they cannot follow through." You have a voice, you use it, and you don't use it to snap at the people who'll wield whatever it is that they have if it carries them through and gets the job done. Stow your blessings in your holster, her father said and if she had her pistols now…