Scrunching her eyebrows together, the spirit in Odvara bides her tongue, a look of quiet frustration at being caught at her own game by Kynee. "Harmed? Father, I suppose. He always wanted me to marry the alderman's son for some political reason, but I thought him too low-born. Was I mistaken? Hmm." She pauses, recalling others she had done harm to. "There was that one priest of the Eternal Fire who tried to excise me from a peculiar girl in a most violent manner that would have done the poor girl grievous harm. I...drowned him. It seemed fitting to end the firebrand's life by water."
When she admits to drowning the man, it's clear that she doesn't fully take responsibility for the act, as if it was something that happened - like the weather - and she is only vaguely aware that she had something to do with it.
She takes another sip of wine. "And the usual white lies and meaningless hurts, yes I committed many in my life, but always with regret. I've hurt far fewer than your dear Odvara, that much I'm certain. Oh, did I mention? I can see her memories, and there is much she is keeping from you." The spirit reveals with secretive relish.