They didn't mind if he cried. Oh, they held him, and soothed him, but they understood to a degree. There was no blame.

"Good," Yama said, drowsy and content, "because she can kill anything green in a day or less."

"Sometimes it takes longer," she said defensively, "but I am really bad at it." Hated it because she was bad at it? Bad at it because she hated it? Who knew?