Wind by Naomi kritzer(12)

“I come from another country, many weeks of fl—of travel to the south,” Zimeya said.
“Clearly, your excess element must be Air,” Dagmar said. “To bring you so far from home.”
“Yes,” Zimeya said.
“Did you ever meet Gytha?” Dagmar asked, and then interrupted her answer with, “No, no, forget I asked. I don’t want to know.”
Dagmar made sure Zimeya was comfortable, set a lamp burning, and went to bed. In the darkness, on the edge of sleep, she heard Zimeya speaking: “I did meet her once,” she said. “But only once.”