Masina looked at Quintus oddly as she added some wine to the herb mixture and stirred the mess with a finger.<br/><br/><strong>"She's our little nursemaid. What sort of a nursemaid would she be if she couldn't give milk?"</strong><br/><br/>She leaned close to Mohini holding the cup in one hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Open."</strong><br/><br/>