She knows. Maybe it matters to make it plain that she does—

“I birthed two children,” she says, “so I know a little of blood and luck. The most powerful mage that I ever knew in that first lifetime could not will the first to live when illness weakened her past her ability to recover it. And I have known all of these years that I might go to their grave at a moment’s notice, so — while I do not care to linger on such things,”

Marcus’s confident assumption that she had long since considered what Wysteria was proposing, and Petrana’s naked admission that in her abhorrence of the topic at all she had not,

“it would have been remiss of me in the extreme to have—”

She gathers herself. Finally: “I have always had preparations for the event of my death. From the first that a rifter I knew had gone.”