The leather. [ He repeats it thoughtfully. Because he knows the answer. Of course he knows the answer. It's just asking a lot of everyone involved. ] If you would be willing- if they would be willing-

[ His voice falls softer. Warmer. ]

Lyna and the guard hunted the smilodons of Lakeland, in the moons after the night returned. In the absence of sin eaters their numbers were proving unsustainable - they were moving closer to settlements and wreaking no small amount of havoc on those creatures upon which they preyed. They would bring the kills to the Mean, so that each part could be put to proper use.

I would not take anything from them if they have need of it. But if the skin can be spared-

[ It's a little embarrassing, knowing how proud he sounds of his bunny granddaughter. Of the Mean itself. Of the patched-together city that so many people lifted from his fumbling hands and made whole and beautiful. ]

-perhaps, when the book is filled, we can send it back to her. She always did wish to know more of my homeland.