[ That is a terrible idea for reasons we won't go into, because Sizhui deserves the benefit of choosing. She frowns immediately, pursing her lips in displeasure and crossing her arms. Guarded and defensive. ] Maybe offering up your son's hand in marriage is not the best solution to any problem, grandmaster.

[ If she were a cat, her tail would be all furrowed, and 'grandmaster' would've been hissed. The dry sarcasm is undeserved, probably - and Hermione feels embarassed by it immediately.

The frown goes away, her arms uncross. She actually considers the letter. ]

I am assuming that you couldn't teach a girl like this about feminism in one letter, and it should not come from you. Maybe I can act as your secretary? Write back to her in your name and relay that living makes more of a statement, and does more honour to her people, than dying.