[ after a long, thoughtful moment's silence, ]

You're not my monster.

[ she's staring at the ground and not at ianthe. as understandable as restless boredom is, it's not quite enough to justify messing with things that caused the kind of harm that ianthe has caused.

but the talk of monsters does give her an idea. ]

While you were losing your mind, my monster was sneaking into my bedroom at the boarding house. There's a project for you: keeping him out.