[ She's nervous, he made all sorts of things sound... amazingly possible, sometimes. But this was all very... domestic. Which was one thing when it was easing the burden of being here with him by... cooking and cleaning and doing what she could to further his political aims. ]

I... well, [ She fiddles, trying to put it to direct words an idea that had settled. ] ... a few women I spoke with last night, they asked about whether I truly knew my way around weapons. I understand that they aren't allowed into the military here. [ Still strange, still not right with her at all. ] But many told me that they carry knives of their station, that they have them, but have no idea how to even use them. On themselves or otherwise.

[ It doesn't shock her that their intended use is for that, the same way she had been taught as a young woman, to throw herself to the flames rather than be dishonored. She's still fiddling, her eyes lowered pressing her lips together. ] I thought perhaps I could teach them... all uses of it.