A tip of Nuala's hand is agreement; they're coming at the same point from different directions, and they both know the ultimate truth of it. Even if they had the jurisdiction to go as far as this goes (even if they could afford not to give a damn about the limits of their leash in this forsaken place), they haven't the resources. Not to combat that kind of warfare and not to gain the kind of unfettered access to Baedal as a whole that they'd need to openly pursue each and every implication--

It's a bitter pill, going to the Militia, but the question is not whether or not they'll do it. The question is how, and when, and with what plans of their own in place.

"We've been reactive," she says, lifting her needle. "That must change."