It takes Joanna a moment for her smile to falter. She's used to hearing criticism and complaints about the wizard, because fair enough. It's understandable, living with the annual threat of apocalypse hanging over their heads is stressful. People from the church go to some lengths to be more enlightened and thoughtful about it, to look beyond the fear to the opportunity the wizard's granting them... But from the rest of the world, Joanna expects various flavors of resentment.

Those older than her seem angrier on behalf of the younger generations than anything, for never living without the fear. The very young don't seem to really believe there was a time before all this, now that certain changes in society are entrenched and unlikely to change. And those a little younger than her, like Garrot, seem to have heard enough of before to idealize it.

But Garrot sounds a little more... intensely angry about it, than the usual, and it takes her back. She hesitates a moment, and ventures a question. "Ah, um... You wouldn't be content if she simply... left?"