[ Who knows how true that is — the entire universe is a big fucking place — but she's half-impressed just because Ianthe says it with such casual confidence. As if it must be true, and Andy's the fool for even needing to be told. It probably say something about her that she sort of enjoys that quality in a person. But she's accused of her own hubris before, too. When she was Andromache the queen. Andromache the god.

She's neither of those things now, of course. Just a simple solider. Like she said. ]

Consider the cavalry enlightened. [ She glances at Ianthe over her shoulder, going on dryly: ] Suppose even the most powerful beings in the universe can't help having roommate problems now and then.