[ I jested of it too, she wants to say. I told Mercy horrid fantasies, for she was galling me, and I made her hate me. But what purpose would that serve? Despite her partner in conversation being a talking dog, one she absolutely thought was an evil spirit, he seems disinclined to entertain the possibility of magic... so why should she stir it back up?
no subject
Thomasin nods. ]
As you like, then. [ ... ] What is thy name?