"I'd be a poor working associate if I simply agreed with you, wouldn't I?" she counters softly, smiling grimly. "But I do understand, Palamedes. I do. Those memories, the instincts they stir...those matter. And you do need to trust them. Just as we all must trust our own."

She pauses for a sip, her expression clouding over a bit.

"And to that end...I don't know if I can simply...keep a distance from him. Or anyone here. It feels wrong to me to do so."