"One of my family... he is a doctor. Always willing to learn." Keziah clues in to his discomfort, pulls back from his hand. "The only thing that will lure Zacharie away from home is the promise of something new to learn about medicine."

Her eyes meet his for just a moment -- her gaze has always flickered away from his, or focused on the table, his hands, the middle distance -- and it's an old gaze, heavy and knowing. Then she looks away again.

"Were you taken from Boston to come here?" she asks. Something about the tone makes it seem that she already knows the answer is 'no'.