The detachment doesn't go unnoticed, and though she shoots Rhade a glance that's sympathetic, she doesn't comment on that part aloud. Dying, she knows from experience, is rather a personal experience.

"Twelve! That's wonderful. That reminds me of my home country," she comments, fondly--large families are more the norm. Transia is quite Christianized, these days, and thus polygamy is increasingly less popular among the Romani there, but in Wanda's childhood it was more of an accepted cultural practice. "And I think you're right. I wouldn't necessarily want the rest of my family to come here, either; some of them have done, and I'm happy to see them again, but they belong at home."

Wanda casts a glance up and around at their surroundings. "As far as kidnapping cities I've been to go, this one's a little more dangerous than the rest, too."

This is her third one.