[While Kitty is struggling with those pesky emotions and warring truths and, quite likely, having some deep and troubling existential crisis, all Bartimaeus is struggling with is a little piece of wood that's trying its best to stab into one of his feet.

The suffering they both go through.]

None you should be concerned with, if you don't remember. [Though he's pretty sure she should. Didn't she mention it at one point? Recognizing the dark-skinned youth she and her goons had so rudely tried to mug during the whole Lovelace business?] Though I suppose we should both be grateful you're not in need of a nanny.

[Which. Is funny. Since that's basically what Bartimaeus has become thanks to Kitty's knack for almost getting herself killed.]