Even in the weaving shed, where the women were relatively decent to Kira, there’s no escaping the fact that the village society is cruel and downright mean. Camilla, a woman the other weavers knew well, is going to die because she broke an arm, and the weaver only grins and laugh about it. It’s on this gruesome note that Kira leaves her old life—if life in the Council Edifice is even mildly gentle, we realize, it’s better than life in the village.