"That is about the sum of what I've heard as well, in my travels through your fair city," Meteion adds. She's a little more soft-hearted, so her soldier gets tucked up in a corner--though if she can, she'll find a scrap of cloth or string to bind their hands together. Should they wake, the bird doesn't feel the desire to give them any advantage in tracking Tristan or his grandmother down, in the future.

Meteion feels as if Venera might have just ignored the prior existence of their Aion, as painful as that thought might be. She knows that having your sense of self shattered, and the need to rebuild it, is more than traumatic. She's experienced that herself. But even pointing that out to the others might be painful, and she'd rather not inflict that.