The look doesn’t leave Sarah’s face. “He’s human, just cursed by a spirit. That is a far cry from…” she looks Yumi over quickly again, “a kitsune witch. Different beast entirely. I indeed do know my place in the world, and it’s on the other side of a blade or arrow from things like that.”

The woman pinches the bridge of her nose and thinks. “Fine. If it’s what the Weavers of Fate have chosen, far be it from me to stray from their designs. So what disaster approaches?”