She could count her as kin. More or less. A third or fourth cousin, a few times removed and by marriage. A tenuous link, a thread. She wondered if the witch would see it that way, if she still considered herself to be kin to anyone. If one-sixth of the rumours were true about her, then it was doubtful she owned one-tenth of human blood, and only a fraction of that fraction of any relation to Krislyn.