( For a moment, silence: only the careful, choice drip of water, as she pours another fill of her bound hands and releases it gently on her hair, her nape. Then, quietly: )
Miang-Si? Who — ( ...oh. Oh, but this much, she remembers. Nods, half-heartedly, with grudging acceptance. )
The girl. The little village creature. ( The one who thinks herself so very accomplished and clever. ) Is she your sister? Your cousin?
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Miang-Si? Who — ( ...oh. Oh, but this much, she remembers. Nods, half-heartedly, with grudging acceptance. )
The girl. The little village creature. ( The one who thinks herself so very accomplished and clever. ) Is she your sister? Your cousin?