She leans forward to put her elbows on her knees and let her fingers tangle loosely together, casting her gaze to the floor. What is there to say? She nods quietly and does not try to shirk the blame: if she had never come, she would never have frightened Lan Wangji, or Gideon, or angered Harrowhark Nonagesimus.

And may what will come to pass, come to pass.

Her voice is as quiet as the Reverend Daughter's when her green eyes flick up to watch the other woman's face. "What would you have me do?"