[The fact of Mia's presence in the city is not something that the Mother of Faces questions. They are all stuck here now, apparently, pulled from their duties.]

[And in spite of her work of making faces -- arguably the most expressive part of the body -- she yields rarely to expression. That is more of a human need than a spirit one; humans seem so undone when they can't see reaction reflected in the features of another.]

[She considers this, fingers continuing to wind through her wolf's fur.]

Tui and La would provide little insight. They have been grounded in their physical forms since long ago.

[Swimming everlastingly in that small, cramped pool . . . She cannot say that she understands.]

And if the spirits do not wish to be known?