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Rowan felt her heart stammer; no wonder she had been lead there. The dark druid had lead her there - he had to know what she would find. Of course, Lasher's son - and she found in his voice the sort of qualities she expected of his kind. "Casmir," She repeated his name, soft and a little awestruck. "Let me begin again. I'm Rowan Mayfair." She felt almost bashful, holding back the nature of her relationship with Lasher - or what might have begun, had they more time together. Perhaps it was a flash of some youthful whim, to pursue an older man. Perhaps just sweet affection and the promise of her season as well. She didn't argue it. 

"I'm sorry I did not meet you before he passed. I'm sorry for your loss." She offered softly. For a moment she was at a loss for words, what she had offered was all she could think of for a moment. Suddenly she felt nervous - near one of his children, to know she carried others of his. With Aria's outburst she couldn't trust in the nature of Lasher's wolves - she was terrified.