““Is she mad?” Lan asked, thinking of the woman she’d seen alone at her table in the dining hall, her eerie stillness and piercing stare. “Oh, we’re all mad here.” Batuuli smiled, glancing over at her, then sighed and shook her head. “Wasted. You can’t even read, can you?” She said it like it was an accusation, like that was something just anyone should be able to do. “What does that matter?” Lan asked defensively. “Not a bit, to me. It’s Father who will become bored with you.””
