[Krile nods slowly. She can't say that she ever paid that much attention to Honor's hands, but they were definitely working hands too. Someone who's around forty could be Honor's mother or aunt. But then, why did Honor feel the need to disguise her gender if a close female relative was a warrior too?

It's puzzling, but maybe something Honor didn't remember fully enough.]

The girl I knew--Honor--was only a little older than me, but she ran the weapons stall before me. She was certainly experienced in handling them.

[She fiddles with the thermos of hot water she brought with her. Damn this amnesia--Krile knows that Peachblossom probably doesn't know anything, but she has to ask anyhow.]

I--don't suppose the idea of a mother and daughter sounds familiar? Or an aunt and a niece?