I’m not the one to teach you how to be what you are now. I don’t have those answers.” Firtha indicated the lines of her body. “I wore my skin, when it was mine, as everyone else does. Now you have two skins to care for, yours and mine, and each of them will ask different things of you, and neither of them will make you human. I need you to promise that you won’t set my skin aside again.” “I—” “Promise. On my grave, on the pearls that were my eyes, swear to me that you’ll keep it close until my mother tells you it’s safe to set it aside.” “All right.” I put my hands up to ward her off. “I won’t take it off again. But somebody who can explain the things you say you can’tcome along sooner rather than later, because I don’t like everything being vague and weird and stupid.”Seanan Mcguire Night and Silence