"That's right," Maya answered. "Makes it easy to pretend you'd just dreamt the night, doesn't it? Recurring dream as a result of mental ill-health, perhaps?" Who would believe asylum patients if the asylum looked perfectly respectable? Most people wanted little enough to do with asylums as it was.

As for actual weapons... Senna had had at least one. "As far as I know, weapons can't simply be found. How weapons come to be, I do not know." Short of encountering someone at night who held a weapon, or asking all her interlocutors if they had one, Maya couldn't know, and Rose's confusion about what constituted a weapon made it apparent that uncovering this little mystery had more steps than it seemed to. However, there was no weapon Maya was skilled in to begin with. It would just be waste. "What are you thinking of? Perhaps we can find you one."