It takes her a moment to realize what he means. When she's trying to be coy about the Cetas, she usually just drops her voice low, but obviously he means them. He wouldn't dance around bringing up the village.

"Maybe." It cheers her up a little, mean as that might be, to think of the Cetagandans suffering this sickness. If it takes any of them out, that saves the Barrayarans from the job. Nodding to him--almost like thanks--she wraps the thing around the woman's foot with a piece of clean gauze, careful not to drip too much. "Think they'd have medicine for it?"

He's the one who'd know.