Nanshe heard the hesitation in the young woman's voice - the unasked question - and looked at the table briefly.
Teaching humans about magic had been nothing, centuries ago, in Ur. But now... Nanshe let out a breath and dropped her hand into her lap, thumbing the tips of her fingernails thoughtfully. She wasn't comfortable sharing those ancient secrets.
"Magic has a way of changing a person," Nanshe said carefully. "Your father must have known. It isn't surprising to hear that your teacher might not be as nice as deities from pantheons that have had their day in the sun and now sleep. Still, your Simon is probably your best teacher. He has offered. And he is willing."