ably end up being the one to teach her that, and that meant that she'd be more or less as good as Eron was, who admittedly was quite a good hunter even at his tender age.
	"She's alright with it, cub," he told his son calmly, handing the kit back, who was no longer trying to tear chunks out of Tarrin's paw.  The Were-cat child took the little kit gently, and she gave a short yipping sound, not quite a bark but not quite a whine, then licked him on the face.
	"A new pet, eh?" Kaila smiled.  "That's not going to cause a problem?"
	Tarrin shook his head.  "I've been meaning to get one anyway," he admitted.  "I was thinking more along the lines of a cat, but the fox will do."
	"Rodent problems?"
	He shook his head again.  "Mice can't get into my house.  It's a magic thing," he explained.  "I've just wanted a pet.  My last one turned out to be a dragon, and I kind of miss having one around.  A pet, not a dragon," he corrected quickly.
	"A dragon?" Kaila asked in surprise.  "However did you manage that?"
	"It's a long story," he told her.  "I'll explain it to you during the midday rest."
	Eron decided to name the fox kit Sandy.  This in itself didn't seem to Tarrin to be a very imaginative name, but then again, the one who named it was only two years old, so he guessed he shouldn't have expected anything poetic or clever.  Even though he was very much grounded in his Were-cat nature, even he tended to overlook and forget certain aspects of their kind, such as the true ages of his children.  It was easy to forget that they were so very, very young.  Even though they had the physical maturity and the mental ability of children around seven or eight, they still only had two years of experience, and he'd noticed that that definitely made a difference.  Both of his cubs would seem very immature to human children their own size.  It would only take ten years for them to grow up, where it was more like seventeen or eighteen for humans, and for them, every day had the possibility to create a significant impact on them.
	Jasana had learned that.
	"I noticed that you noticed my husband's attitude," she remarked lightly.
	"You should step on him, Kaila," he told her.  "I'd strangle Jesmind if she tried to treat me that way."
	"He means well, Tarrin," she said dismissively.  "I've been trying to educate him, but he's rather stubborn."
	"Just like his daughter," Tarrin said absently.
	"It's love, Tarrin," she chuckled.  "He loves me, and he worries about me.  I think if he'd married me when I was like this, he wouldn't treat me so, so--"
	"Like you're an invalid?"
	She nodded.  "He'll come around, shida."
	"He'd better.  I'm not leaving until you're whole, and I plan on leaving tomorrow."
	Kaila laughed.  "What are you going to do, hit him over the head?"
	"If that's what it takes," he said grimly, which only made her laugh harder.  Then he pused his lips slightly.  "Actually, I might be able to provoke it out of him today.  How would you like a few fighting lessons?" he asked.
	"I'm trained in the Dance, shida."
	"That may be, but Kallan's never seen you fight like this, has he?"
	She was about to say something, then she laughed.  "Very clever!" she commended.  "Nobody else in the clan will spar with me, because my keshida has forbade it."  Keshida was the Selani term for husband.  "But you've never heard that, have you?"
	"I still haven't," he said pointedly.  "My father had a stiff leg just like yours, and he was still more than handful for six men in a fight.  You'd be amazed how fast someone with a stiff knee can move, if he's had practice with it.  I remember watching him move, and we'll make a show out of showing it to you later.  Kallan should run out in a tizzy--"
	Kaila laughed.  "That's a fair description."
	Tarrin smiled slightly.  "But it won't be his business.  If tries to use his authority, I'll just smack the notion out of him.  He'll learn very fast that I don't take orders from anyone."
	"Our daughter has described Were-cat society to us," she nodded.  "That's your way, isn't it?"
	He nodded.  "Nobody here can make me obey them, so in my mind, it means I rule all of you.  Because I can definitely make you do what I say.  Well, everyone but Allia, but that'd be a coin toss as to which of us would win."
	"A very odd society, if my observation doesn't dishonor you," she said quickly
	"No offense taken Kaila.  It's the way we are.  We don't get offended if people think it's strange, because to others, it is strange.  They don't have our instincts, so they just can't understand it the way we do."
	"Why do it later?" she asked.  "It's still some hours until it gets hot.  We can do it now."
	Tarrin glanced at Eron, who was scratching his new pet behind the ears with doe-eyed wonder.  Jasana was asleep, and Kallan was off attending to clan business, meaning that he couldn't get in their hair until they'd gotten off to a good start.
	"You have a good point," he agreed.  "Eron."
	"Yes, Papa?"
	"You can wander around, but stay inside the camp's perimeter, and don't get under anyone's feet."
	"Alright.  I just want to play with Sandy anyway."
	"Well, move off a bit, cub.  Me and Kaira here are going to need a little room."
	"Alright."
	After Eron moved to a safe distance and sat down near a scrub bush, attracting Kedaira's attention, who ambled over and inspected the fox kit with a few prods of her snout, Tarrin and Kaira stood side by side.  At first, he was just going to talk to her a while to make it look like he was teaching her something, but Kaira wouldn't have that.  She made him actually teach her what he was talking about, and he ended up describing how his father had learned how to move on his stiff leg, how he kept it bent and kind of shuffled along in a rolling gait that let him cover some impressive distance.  It had never failed to cause his father pain when he did it, but it was very effective, allowing him to fight using his sword more than long enough to dispatch his adversary.  A pensioned Sulasian Ranger was a nightmare in a fight, with some twenty-odd years of experience under his belt.  He even copied his shuffling stance for Kaira, slithering along in the dusty soil and demonstrating how quickly he had learned to move, even on a partially lamed leg.
	"Since your stiff leg is on the same side as your missing hand, that would be a good leading side," Tarrin noted.  "That puts your good leg where it can give you the most maneuverability.  That also puts your power on your good side."
	"You were well trained," she said appreciatively.  "A proper analysis."
	"Allia didn't play around when she taught me, Kaira."
	"Obviously."
	"How much mobility do you have in your knee?"
	"I can bend it about halfway," she replied.
	"That's more than enough, as long as you're careful not to get into a position where you have to duck or squat.  At least where you can't do it from the waist, that is."
	She nodded and backed up a few paces, then practiced with the shuffling style of moving a little bit.  She picked it up quite easily, probably because Tarrin figured she had thought about it herself.  "Alright, come at me," she said with a teasing smile.  "I think I can take you."
	"Famous last words," Tarrin said with a narrow-eyed smile, spreading his feet and hunkering down into his wide-pawed, back-arched fighting stance, a form that caused his dangerous paws to lean forward over his middle and legs, which was where most enemies would attack someone of his size.
	Just because she didn't have a left hand didn't mean that she couldn't use her left arm.  Tarrin noticed that immediately, as she actually lightly jabbed at him with it as she shuffled in and out, proving she had quite a bit of mobility.  But her injury still slowed her, and her missing hand made her left arm shorter than her right, meaning that there would be very little force behind any blow coming from her left.  Tarrin let her practice, slapping away her left arm and right hand consistently, backing up or sliding forward to simulate a retreating or advancing foe, even retaliated with a few slowed swipes of his massive paws, giving her a feel for defending.  He hunkered down even more, retracted his claws, and tried to imitate a Selani, using the same forms and trying to move with the same speed, putting his arms more at a level of a much smaller Selani, at least trying to give her something familiar with which to practice.
	At least, it was practice until she kicked him.  He never saw it coming, never even considered it a possibility, until she locked her stiff knee and rotated into one of those spinning kicks of which the Selani were so fond.  He was so surprised by it that he didn't even think to try to dodge, and the sole of her boot smacked him smartly in the side of the head.  Despite the fact that she was nowhere near as strong as him, she hit him in the head, and the raw impact of the blow was enough to make him see stars.  She had managed to come around with some considerable momentum, and that gave her foot some respectable power when it struck him.  Tarrin staggered back and shook his head to clear the cobwebs, getting the ringing out of his ears just in time to swat her foot aside as she tried to kick him again.  A little irritated that she struck him, his Were-cat pride stung by being injured by a partially disabled enemy, Tarrin got a little bit more aggressive than he intended.  He turned on her with a flat-eyed snarl and rose up to his full height, then darted in to smack her to the ground and reassert his dominance over her.  But Kaila turned out to be a surprisingly slippery foe, slithering away from him with a grace and mobility that was impressive given that she had a lamed leg.  He got a little more aggravated when he failed to land a blow against her, but then his anger dimmed and his warrior's analytical mind took back over.  He was impressed by her, that even with her injury, she could manage to avoid him when he meant to hit her.  She was much slower than other Selani, for she was lamed, but she was well trained and was aware of her lack of speed, compensating for it as best she could.  She had the advantage of having seen Tarrin fight once before, so she was familiar with how fast and powerful he was, where Tarrin could be nothing but surprised with whatever Kaila showed him.
	Tarrin discovered very quickly that Kaila's legs were much more dangerous than her arms.  She could kick with either foot, and despite having a stiff knee, she was more than capable of launching her feet at him from almost any angle.  She was as limber as any Selani, meaning she could form a straight line with her legs and kick absolutely straight up, giving her the flexibility required to keep him guessing, and her long, long legs eliminated Tarrin's advantage in reach.  Her legs were as long as his arms, meaning that he couldn't keep her outside her own reach but within his own.  To get close enough to hit her, he had to put himself in harm's way.  Kaila's feet became her primary weapons, forcing the Were-cat to evade or block a rapid series of lightning-fast kicks at his head, sides, chest, legs, and ankles.  She ranged her feet up and down, far and wide, using her feet and shins to block as well as attack, kicking aside Tarrin's paws as they reached for her--which he allowed, not wanting to take advantage of his overwhelming strength advantage, behaving like he had normal strength--then reversing her momentum with impressive speed and turning a block into a counterattack.
	Tarrin got over his short peeve and started taking Kaila seriously.  She may be injured, but she was definitely a capable opponent in a fight.  Were it not for his strength advantage, he'd have to really work to beat her, lame leg, missing hand, and missing eye notwithstanding.  It was obvious to him that Kaila had worked after her injury to come to terms with the limitations of her injuries, and had adjusted her fighting style to eliminate them as best she could and turn a disadvantage into an advantage.
	A very impressive woman.
	"Stop at once!" Kallan's voice roared over the dusty plain, and both of them paused to glance at him, sprinting towards them with all speed, Allia rushing up from behind.  "What do you think you're doing, Tarrin!?" he demanded as he reached them.
	"At the moment, I'm losing," he said with a slight frown.  "I can't get past her legs."
	"Are you insane?  How dare you spar with my wife when she's in this condition?" he raged, his hands drifting towards the longswords strapped to his back.
	"Well, seeing as how I haven't even touched her yet, but she's marked me a few times," he said, rubbing his jaw, "I'd say my condition is worse than hers."
	Kallan glared at him, sputtering a few times.  "She's not--"
	"Not what?" Tarrin asked, his eyes boring into the smaller Selani.  "Not capable?  If you think that, then sit down and watch.  She's almost as good as you, even with her condition," he said sharply.  "The only problem she has is the fact that you think she's made of glass.  I can assure you, kirza, your wife has more steel in her than glass."
	"I forbid it!" he shouted.
	Without batting an eye, Tarrin backpawed Kallan, sending him flying.  He landed on his back in the sandy soil, sliding a few spans before coming to a stop.  "I think you have something to learn, Kallan.  And if I have to beat you senseless to make you understand, then that's fine with me," Tarrin told him calmly as Kallan sat up, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, giving Tarrin a dangerous glare.  "Your wife may be injured, but she's by no means disabled.  Just sit there and watch.  If you try to interfere, I think both of us will sit you back down.  The hard way."
	Kallan's eyes flashed furiously, but he never had the chance to do anything about it.  Tarrin simply raised a paw and pointed a finger at Kallan.  He reached within, through the Cat, touching the All.  It read his image and intent, and responded effortlessly.  Roots, vines, and barked tendrils suddenly erupted from the ground and quickly ensnared the Selani clan-king, thoroughly tying him up.  Tarrin asked the vines to hold onto him until he told them to let go, and they responded by getting a good grip on their victim, but not doing any injury.
	Better, Tarrin thought, to remind him that Tarrin wasn't just a Selani-trained warrior.
	"Now sit there and keep out of trouble," Tarrin told him with almost insulting dismissiveness, turning back to Allia's mother.  "Ready?"
	Kaila had a mischievious glint in her eye, sliding her feet apart again.
	With Kallan literally tied up, he had no choice but to watch as Tarrin and Kaila sparred.  Kaila continued to use her feet as her primary weapons, striking with the speed of a viper, striking at Tarrin's legs, sides, chest, and head faster than any human could punch.  Tarrin continued to defend as he tried to get used to it;  Allia kicked all the time, but she didn't use it as her sole means of attack.  This was new, different, and not a little disconcerting, forcing Tarrin to take in a form of fighting he'd never seen before and learn how to counter it.  Kaila's stiff knee seemed to have vanished as a disadvantage as she slid under his reaching paw and lifted her lamed leg up and over his arm, then slammed the sole of her boot into his cheek as he tried to knock her leg high with his arm rather than get out of the way.  To his shock, she grabbed his paw with her good hand and pulled him taut, using her grip on his arm as leverage to press her foot against his head, seeking to make him yield before she broke his neck.  Tarrin had used this very same tactic against Jegojah once, and he knew how effective it could be so long as Kaila kept her balance.  Tarrin knew the counter for this rather unconventional tactic; digging his claws into the earth beneath him and pushing against her foot with his entire body, pressing into her attack.  He had to lock the muscles in his neck to keep her from twisting his head around, but his inexorable forward movement managed to push her past her center of balance, making her either let go or risk falling down.  She let go and pushed off from his head with her foot, rolling on the ground and coming back up easily.  Tarrin shook his head once, sharply, which caused his neck to pop with a loud, rather chilling crack, then he squared off against the Selani once again, feeling he had enough familiarity with her to deal with her now.
	With more confidence, Tarrin batted aside or blocked Kaila's kicks, and saw that fighting with her would play into her strength.  Her weakness was a missing hand and a lamed leg, as well as a blind side, so he knew he had to come at her using those.  The sum of those traits dictated using grappling moves, Ungardt locks, holds, and throws, bringing her disadvantages to their most negative impacts on her ability.  A missing hand would make grabbing at him harder, and a lamed leg meant that she couldn't apply leverage against him as effectively as she could if she were whole.  The missing eye was the means by which he would get inside her dangerous feet and get within grappling range of her.
	To Kaila's shock, the Were-cat took a quick step back, the dropped down onto all fours.  Tarrin was completely comfortable thusly, and the Selani learned very fast that a Were-cat was by no means ungainly when operating on four limbs when two were much longer than the others, as she made several tentative attempts to kick him in his suddenly vulnerable head.  Tarrin slinked aside each time, moving effortlessly on his paws and feet, looking more like a cat in movement than a humanoid while he did so.  The sudden radical shift from a vertical base to a horizontal one eliminated much of Kaila's opportunity to kick at him, since now everything she could kick was at her waist level or lower.  Kaila stared at him in confusion, trying to puzzle him out, then she laughed.  "Alright, then," she declared, advancing on him.
	Kaila wasn't dumb.  She tried to get around his front, to his flank, but at the same time Tarrin tried to circle around to her blind side.  She was too smart to let that happen, so the two of them circled crazily around one another even as Kaila tried to kick his sides and head or stomp on his paws, and Tarrin tried to grab hold of her legs or whip her feet out from under her with his tail.  Both proved to be too fast for it, and both knew it was coming, so they took steps to avoid it.  Kaila knew she couldn't allow herself to be grabbed, and it was blatant after mere seconds what Tarrin was trying to do.  Their unusual dance continued for several long moments, as Kaila couldn't land any real good kicks, and Tarrin couldn't get a grip on her or get into her blind side.
	To her credit, Kaila never made a mistake, but Tarrin was just too fast for her.  He slipped under several fast kicks at his head and shoulder, then suddenly reversed momentum and literally slid on his side on the ground as Kaila tried to pull her foot back in for another strike.  He slid into her blind spot, then whipped out a clawed paw and managed to plant it right on the Selani's backside as he literally slid right under her.  Claws got an instant grip on her loose breeches, and Kaila gave a short yowl when they dug into skin as well, then he pulled her down and back as his other arm swept her feet out from under her.  She landed heavily on her side, then found herself getting pulled into the Were-cat's clutches literally by his clawed grip on her butt.  He let go and quickly got over her, replanting that paw on her upper chest as his tail lashed out and wrapped both of Kaila's very dangerous legs by the ankles.  He raised his other paw over his head and smiled down at her.  "Do you yield?"
	She laughed helplessly.  "That was a dirty trick, hooking your claws in my butt!" she accused, then she laughed again.  "I yield, you sneak!"
	"It was guaranteed that you wouldn't try to pull free if I grabbed you there," he told her with a slight, sly smile as he stood up, then helped her to her feet.
	Kaila laughed again, rubbing her posterior gingerly with her single hand.  "That hurt," she complained.  "But it was alot of fun.  I haven't had a good spar in--" she started, but then seemed to remember that Kallan was there, and fell silent.
	Tarrin looked to Allia's father.  He still looked mad, but there was a look of surprise in his eyes, as well as a hint of uncertainty on his face.
	That would do.  Tarrin planted the seeds by forcing him to watch as Kaila quite capably fought against him.  Now it was up to Kallan to make them bloom.
	With a single gesture of his paw, Tarrin caused the vegetation restricting Kallan to return to the earth, ending his spell, and Allia helped him stand up.  "You should go see the shaman, Kaila," he told her.  "I think I punched a few holes in you."
	"I'm sure I'll have trouble explaining things, given where they are," she chuckled.  "You'll spend midday with us?"
	"If you'll have me," he answered calmly, glancing at Eron to make sure he wasn't getting into trouble, which he wasn't.  The fox was hopping around Eron's legs, trying to catch the Were-cat's tail as Eron laughed and kept it away from her.  If that fox was good for anything, at least it was keeping his hyper cub's attention grounded in one place, keeping him from trying to fish anything exceedingly venemous out of small holes.  Kedaira was standing close to them, watching the game with intent eyes.  He wasn't sure if the inu thought the fox kit was a meal, but he rather doubted it.  She wouldn't attack any animal that Eron was playing with, and she had standing orders not to attack any animal within the boundaries of the camp.
	"Of course we will," she said with a wave of her handless arm.  "Excuse me while I go have my butt healed before I end up staining my breeches," she said with yet another chuckle, then limped off in the direction of the center of camp.
	Tarrin crossed his arms and looked over at Kallan, who still looked both angry and surprised.  "Well?"
	Kallan glared at him for a moment, a reflexive reaction over getting so completely overwhelmed, then he sighed.  "I, I think I understand what you were trying to say," he admitted, a bit ruefully.  "Her only problem is me, isn't it?"
	"Not completely, kirza, but she's not as fragile as you think she is.  She does need a little help, but she doesn't need you to hold her hand and keep her out of danger she's more than capable of handling herself."
	"Your wisdom surprises me, Tarrin," he admitted.  "When I look at you, I see--"
	"I know," he shrugged.  "Few people think I have half a brain, and even fewer think I do after they see how I act.  I don't know what it is about this that makes them think that," he said, holding up his paws.
	"I meant no dishonor," he said quickly.
	"There's no dishonor in truth, Kallan," he said sagely.  "No man can be offended by the truth, unless he's of weak character."
	"Truly," he agreed.
	"I've told you, father, my deshida is much more than he appears," Allia said with a smile at Tarrin.
	"I won't discount you again, daughter," he said calmly.  "I'm going to go ensure your mother wasn't seriously wounded, then go on a round of the flocks."
	"I'll see you at midday, then," Allia said.  "I'm going to stay with Tarrin."
	He nodded, then gave Tarrin a grave, respectful look.  Then he turned to follow his wife's steps towards the shaman's tent.
	"Did you plan that?" Allia asked after her father was out of hearing.
	"Of course we did," he said with a slight smile.
	Allia gave him a look, then laughed delightedly.

	All in all, it was quite a good day, so much so that it seemed only a moment passed between his short spar with Kaila and sunset.  But it had been rather eventful.
	After making sure Kaila was alright, Kallan got very quiet and pensive.  They saw him walking along the edges of the flocks, not really paying much attention to them, as it was apparent that he was deeply in thought.  Tarrin felt that that was a good sign, so much so that he'd be willing to leave without healing Kaila.  He was rather sure she'd be whole by the end of the ride.  Tarrin spent that time with Allia, telling her about what he'd been noticing here and there in the clan about Allyn, and telling her that she'd better teach him what the Priestess was supposed to be teaching him if she wanted him to learn any of it.  She was a bit surprised to learn that instead of teaching Allyn, the shaman was doing nothing but making him perform heavy labor during the time that he was with her.  That made her a bit mad, but he knew his sister.  She wouldn't gainsay the shaman, but then again, she wasn't going to depend on her either.  She'd spent too much time with Tarrin to be mystified or overwhelmed by the sense of magical power the shaman used to keep the tribe in awe of her.  Allia would teach Allyn what he needed to know herself.  Since she was the daughter of a clan-king, she knew all of it just as well as the shaman did.
	After the midday heat came down with its full force and made the Selani retreat to their tents, Tarrin spent a productive few hours with Allia's family.  Jasana had awakened by then, and she was just as quiet and pensive as Kallan had been, sitting on his lap with a look of moody thought on her face, so much so that she didn't even say much about Eron's new pet.  Kallan was still trying to come to terms with what he'd learned, so he wasn't very active in the conversation.  Dulai again remained stiffly formal and very standoffish, and continued to keep her son Zakra away from Eron, which was even harder now because of the Selani child's interest in Eron's pet fox.  But Allyn, Kaila, and Allia were very involved, and they spent a midday talking about the coming Gathering, the prospects for the harvest at the village, and the growing tensions with the neighboring clan, Clan Kishenin.  There had been reports of border raids, which meant that warriors from Clan Kishenin were sneaking into Faedellin territory and trying to steal livestock.  That was the extent of clan frictions between the Selani, since Fara'Nae forbade them from fighting one another.  It was yet another aspect of the Selani's deep-seated need for competition.  Luckily for the tribes who had been attacked, they had thwarted all four attempts, a matter of honor for Faedellin.  Kallan had already given permission for the attacked tribes to retaliate, and they would be sneaking off into Kishenin lands over the next few nights to try to steal some of their livestock.  If it escalated, which it probably would, one clan would challenge the other, but it would be nothing more than a series of formalized challenges where Selani would battle in the Dance, and all results would be non-lethal in nature.  Selani didn't have war, but they did like to fight, so they made up excuses to do so, and made sure that none of their ideas caused Selani to fight another Selani to the death on a clan level.  Personal challenges of honor were acceptable, which often ended up being fatal, but clans could not battle clans.  Such challenges were often quite a reason to celebrate, as rival clans gathered and traded information, stories, and goods, even as their warriors challenged one another.  That was the formal and noticable activity.  Behind the scenes, the clans' thieves secretly tried to steal the other clan blind.  Such a challenge could turn into quite a chaotic situation, given with all the activity, both obvious and underhanded, that went on during one.
	Tarrin found this aspect of Selani society both amusing and clever.  Selani were warriors, but they only had each other to fight.  But they couldn't do that, as it was against the will of their goddess, so they engineered activities that allowed them to satisfy their love of fighting while still obeying the will of their goddess.
	Allyn recanted what he'd done that day with the flocks, and explained what he'd learned about sukk.  He mentioned that the shaman had yet to call him in for the day's lesson, but Allia's silvery eyebrows furrowed and she told him tersely that when she summoned him, to let her know.   Tarrin sensed an impending brawl there, but it wasn't his business, so he was going to stay out of it.  Now that Allia was aware of Allyn's troubles with the tribe's shaman, he was more than confident that his sister would deal with it without requiring his intercession in the matter.  Allyn was in very good hands.
	All in all, a very refreshing and entertaining conversation.  He had finally even managed to get Dulai to talk, when he asked her what she specialized in doing for the tribe.  Dulai was the tribe's obe, much to his surprise, translator and advisor for her brother, and he asked her quite a few questions about the role of obe he'd never had the chance to ask Denai.  His interest in her job caused her to warm up to him somewhat, even to the point where she finally stopped calling Zakra back when he inched closer and closer to Eron.  Tarrin found out that Dulai was quite an intelligent woman, and though she still seemed somewhat reluctant to be friendly, at least she was willing to talk to him.
	After the heat of the midday waned and the Selani were again able to move around, Kallan and Kaira walked off towards the edge of camp together.  Tarrin was confident that certain truths were going to be exchanged there, and he was content with it.  Kallan wasn't a fool, he was just being blinded by his love for his wife.  Now that he'd had his eyes opened, his opinion of his wife's condition could not help but change.
	Tarrin spent the afternoon with his children.  Kedaira followed them around like a puppy as they wandered the camp, talking to Selani from time to time, and Tarrin had a serious talk with his daughter.  Jasana was still upset over what happened last night, but she was upset with herself, not with him or with Eron.  That was a good thing, he knew.  Jasana had seen in herself what others had seen, what she was incapable of seeing in herself, and she had been surprised by it.  Tarrin had had a few of those epiphanies in his day, when he looked in the mirror and found what stared back at him to be terrifying.  What Jasana saw in her mirror scared her to death, because it had almost cost her her brother's life.  He didn't like seeing her go through it, but it was better for her to suffer a little now than to really suffer later after she did finally do something that got someone killed.  It was 