"You understand, my lady." She nods. "They need fear in order to remain more than just puppets to the Queen. And death here, I know, is not permanent, so it is not their bodies we'd harm. Just their minds, just enough to break their little shields of ignorance."

Her offer of help, before Grell even had to ask. Her luck was better than she'd thought. "And easy to place in things, then forget where one put them, thus blameless. The main problem is what to use-one woman here can make poison and said so openly, but I dare not ask for some and then use it. That would be foolish."