My gut knotted and unknotted. How nice. She could have hurt me seriously and refrained. Her eyes now were exactly as they were then. Showing nothing. If she had broken my bones, I was sure, they would not have changed then, either. She looked away from me, down toward the tapestry and her hands. They were not the graceful, open hands required of an aitza, but clenched around each other, hard. She took a breath and they relaxed, opened as if she had not a care in the world. A Sera's art and skill. That she pounded into me. I took a deep breath and looked away myself.
She could not be stone behind the stoney eyes. Where would Minis have learned his feelings? I remembered the glint of satisfaction in her eyes when she nailed 2nd Amitzas in the face with the snow... her husband. My mind snagged on that.