"But you also have to be strict!" She begins circling Esther now, studying her like an aunt sizing up a niece for the marriage market. She's very slender, but also very pretty. She'd have great reach if she studied the sword--but she has a scholar's muscles, not a swordswoman's. She'd get eaten alive in the jianghu unless she was very, very tricky. No, she's probably better suited to be a fine lady, the kind who writes beautiful calligraphy and dresses in beautiful gowns and gets waited on by demure handmaidens all day. She probably knows all of the polite ways to eat and never just puts her face next to the bowl and shovels rice in. "He needs firm, clear guidance. He's got a deficiency--he's the unluckiest man I've ever met. So you have to make sure he knows exactly what to do, every step, or he's going to mess it up somehow, and it's not his fault! He's just cursed or something."