Fifteen makes him chuckle but fifty gets a full-throated laugh from Faro, loud enough that Marion snorts and flicks her ears at them. Fifty is just such an escalation and, in a way, flattery, even though he doubts its a serious guess.

"No, no. One, and she won't be..." Faro's smile fades down to a whisper. He takes a long, deep inhale, and lets it out slowly before continuing: "She was killed. Almost a year ago."

Not died, not is dead. Killed, because despite what the church and his family and everyone else says, there was no justice to it.

"Fifty," mutters Faro with an incredulous shake of his head. Safer to dwell on that tease than on Nelda.