Wrema frowns, reaching out to take down another one of the dolls -- this one of a blue lady with head-tails a lot like Hera's.

"How can you be sort of a warrior? You are, or you aren't."

That's what she's always been told, anyway.

Behind them, Sucasa is viciously cuddling something large and tentacled. Or she is pretending the tentacled of the thing are a beard. Possibly both.