Sheeana had to give due credit. Had this been a level playing field, Alia would have been a match for her. But Stacy's vagaries had conspired to give her an advantage.

She doesn't know what I know about her. History has given me the upper hand long before I was born.

She caught that twitch like a thirsty man caught the first drops of water in his catchpocket.

"I am Fremen as well, Saint Alia of the Knife...But I am also Reverend Mother Superior." She decided to let the big one go. She bet her youthful appearance and seemingly preternatural knowledge would be enough to unsettle her. How deeply ironic, if it works.