"I don't think you grasp the meaning of polite," said Ina.
"It means to consider other people," said Kier
"Yeah, exactly. That's—"
"I consider you don't want me to burn your hut with you in it. You can leave before I do that."
Ina mumbled and turned to look at Medes, still on Kier's shoulder.
"He's not wrong." The owl shrugged.