[ Waltaquin could hazard a guess, she assumes. Evasion, or simply disinterest? Well... Medea hadn't entirely been lying about time being short. In a number of senses, she rather prefers this approach. ]

Who can say? [ There's a very deliberate twist of her lips for that, but she continues on smoothly. ] If she were playing so cautiously, I think I should be a little proud. Very well. I prefer sparring to dancing. Does that suit you as well?

[ She draws the folded letter from her pocket and taps it thoughtfully against her lips as she watches Waltaquin, gauging her for a reaction with amusement. ]

Since it seems there hasn't been another death - yet - I imagine you can guess what forced her hand. Shall I show you my theories if you'll share your own?