"Well..." Elizabeth shrugs helplessly. "I feel like every time I turn around, my mentor is leading another charge into another territory to drive out some new threat. I've started to assume that he wants no one but certain witches to live in London, and that I'll be trying to keep everyone who gets caught up in these fights alive as long as I'm here." She sighs with a little smile. "He thinks I'm naive. I think he just doesn't want to see that I'm tired of being in the middle of battles.

"But it's not like I have a choice. I need to be taught, and I need the protection and information of a large faction to keep myself safe from that--" she nods to the window again. "So I have to sit through lectures and dinner parties where old men talk about how everyone is awful and they're so perfect. It's hideous."