Ela was not the murderous type. She did not want to become the murderous kind of person. She was not a murderer, she was a doctor. And yet.

And yet.

Curiosity had got the better of her, and excitement at the application of magicks - sorcerous or fae, had made her impulsive rather than careful.

She wondered how different things would have been if she’d never met Zehra. Or had listened to her parents’ pleas to focus on traditional engineering study instead of the butterflies in her stomach as she came up with a rudimentary cooling machine for the basement of a coffee house because of the smile and laugh of a pretty face.