“I may be able to help,” said Marcia. We all turned to stare at her. She flushed red, the color traveling all the way up the sides of her ears, and said, “Lily had custody of a Selkie skin for a few years, while she was waiting for its owner’s daughter to be old enough to claim it. The, uh, owner had been clanless, so he handled the dispensation of his own skin.”
