“So let’s see if I understand: This woman—”
“Sarah Ozymandius.”
“—had the magical ability to communicate with and create plants. One day, she made one that stopped her magic from working? Then something happened, but she doesn’t say what, and she buried her seeds and notes, unable to bring herself to destroy her creation?”
Miranda nods.
“Now you, for reasons not entirely clear, believe this is more than lunatic ramblings. And you want to grow these plants to cure Shou’s nightmare problem? Out of the goodness of your heart?”
Miranda looks at her shoes and mumbles, “For science.”
“How generous.”