At that, Susan at last thinks to look at the symbol on the other woman's clothes. Strength. Huh. Truth be told, she's a little envious.

"I didn't ask," she admits, after a moment, and sighs. "And if they told me aught about it, I didn't much listen. Figured it was some cruel joke, and left it at that."

The Lovers. For a girl whose life has collapsed around love, and around pastiches of it, it didn't seem to her that there was much more to it than mockery. How they knew, or what they knew, of her old life didn't seem to much matter. What mattered was that when she'd looked at the sigul on the back of her roughspun tunic, she'd wanted to cry, and she was pretty sure that was what they'd intended.

"I didn't know they gave 'em 'ee, too."