"A week," said Amaya, "to the day."

Said very much with a curtness to suggest that this placed it very firmly in overstayed welcome territory.

But the next part, admittedly, had a bit less edge.

"And you were an ermine," she added helpfully, "I think."

She knew.

She had researched it extensively, to the point where a keen eye might notice one of the books on the bedside table at the moment did, indeed, focus on that topic.