You—! [Were this conversation occurring in person rather than over crystal, Byerly might be treated to the hot flush of Wysteria's fury and mortification, her mouth opening and closing a few times like a gasping fish before she manages to master herself.]

But all that business about how I should find myself friends lest I find myself at the mercy of the Chantry after the war— Are you being honest with me right now, Mister Rutyer? I tell you, I am going to be entirely and irrevocably cross with you if you've picked this is all things to lie over.