"Yes, I see," I nodded. I knew some things about Progenitors. They held estates where their cavens were, divided into areas of consorts and areas of offspring. I knew more than most, I supposed, being a med. But I had no more than a rough concept and the more I attempted to aid Ince in this matter the more I was struck by the size of the great bald obstruction of my ignorance. I looked at her face. Bleak it was now and yet touched and altered by her anger. And I realized how different we were and had always been.
        How different were our lives in ways more vast and deep than any brought by our callings of med and rider. I had been born into a household like Gallett and Vettra's children. I had lost my 2 givers and my sisters except for Gallett in the greatest disaster ever recorded striking the Kellinghee lot. But I had known the comfort and richness of a family until I was nearly grown, and the security brought by the professions of my 2 givers.  They had been teachers and I remembered many things about them.
        Ince had none of this. Even if she had not been culled she would have known something vastly different growing within a Progenitor's caven.