I don't enforce the law, I'm a secretary.

The words died upon her tongue before she could even say them, the true weight of her aunt's words now beginning to sink in. Blythe's heart fell. While of course Aunt Temperance was not thrilled with her occupation—there was little other than Jesus that her aunt was thrilled by—she had not realized the formidable woman had such a desire to redirect her. Suddenly, this conversation was not only about the upcoming mission but about Blythe's whole life, and not for the first time, she wished she had the skill-set to simply evaporate.

"Oh,", was all she could muster at first, missing the decisiveness of the no she had wanted to utter. A beat, and then, "In truth, Aunt, yours are not gifts I ever thought myself particularly apt to receive."