Oh -- I hate to think I was an influence in any way.

[Lysithea, looking back at her sixteen-year-old self, is not convinced that she was a good influence. The kettle is properly screaming now; she removes it and begins to prepare the tea set.]

But that's a normal part of growing older, too. It won't help if I say that you're already fiercely independent and entirely capable of determining what path you shall follow in life, will it?

[She pours out a cup for Luz and slides it over.]

I think everything was tame in comparison to that tower now. Although I might have forgotten some of the worst parts of Deerington.