With the cat now in her arms and preparing to absorb all of her attention, Minha let herself set aside one pressing matter for the other.  If Brass Fist Bodhisattva had done something and left, he would still be not here in half an hour if he wasn't intending to come back.  "You can tell me where the leg-taker went when I come back," the Malefactor informed the elder amphiselia with half a smile.  "We'll see just what this little one has to show me first.  Now..."<br/><br/>Minha span slowly on one foot, looking for the way she and Fortune's Fool had come.  The two of them had passed a few half-ruined houses that hadn't been populated by demons or refugees thinking they could hide from the victors, and one of those was not too far away.  Humming a jaunty tune to herself, she carried her guest to one such half-hovel that would afford them a hint of the privacy Cailana seemed to be interested in.  Once in a side room, away from onlookers, Minha sat herself down on an upturned couch and let Cailana free from her arms.  "There's precious few other places that we'll have privacy," she informed her guest, now unofficially in the role of hostess, "and even this is not guaranteed.  Show me what you're keeping secret, please?"