Dust kept staring, expression unmoved. "So why not just say no?" She had already removed her saddlebags, now she dragged them forward with one hoof, so they were beside her. "La armilo you used al la Reĝa Gardisto, ĉu vi uzis ĝin al Morning Dew? Did you kill her?" She didn't sound suspicious so much as worried. As though some part of her believed the answer might be yes.