Ysa's gaze goes distracted for a moment, but clears when Hera's blade impacts hers.

"I promise I will not get sidetracked into considering what might need to be done in order for that to be viable."

Though it's an interesting puzzle . . . no.

Ysa's smile is quick and crooked, and perhaps a little sad.

"It was like that in the alienage, when I was young. The outside world had the farms and the markets and the money . . . you can't eat mud."