“I’m fine,” I tell Imogen, signing at the same time. “Jesinia isn’t going to try to kill me.” Imogen tilts her head, her gaze dropping to the cream satchel Jesinia carries. “I’m not going to try to kill her,” Jesinia signs, her brown eyes widening. “I wouldn’t even know how.” “Violet knew how to kill just fine on a scribe’s education,” Imogen replies, her hands moving quickly. Jesinia blinks. I lift my brows at Imogen. “Fine,” she replies, signing as she backs away. “But if she comes at you with a sharpened quill, don’t blame me.”
