That explanation makes Tinya smile. "I see! It's...sort of similar to what I do at home. Protect others by putting myself between them and danger. Only instead of heavy armor or weapons, it's what I can physically do, what I was born with." And she wonders what's happening back home, with the Legion. With her family.

"It's all right. Really. I've been doing it in one form or another since I was five. At least now, I get to decide what I do to get attention." Mother had her fetch drinks for other diplomats, drink after drink until they spilled their secrets. But in the Legion...Lyle was the son of diplomats. He knew better, knew her better. "Ah, but a certain amount of doing so elevates them. Which...isn't good. After all, there's only one place to go once held aloft," she says with a small, sad smile.