Blacktail Deer Plateau mine was a religion and happiness was a fact

Harlyn had no idea of Mordecai's aversion to returning to the Spine.  It would have been surprising to her to learn, though it would have passed quickly enough.  During their travels together, Mordecai had suggested that his and Cara's relationship had never been very amicable.  She had never noticed it during her time in the Spine, but once he'd admitted to it, it was hard not to notice the coldness between them in the memories she had of being with both of them at once.  Still, the thought of seeing a relative would be enough to draw Harlyn back to a potentially uncomfortable situation.  That was her, though, and she understood well enough that not all had that sort of perspective on such things.


Harlyn was an attentive listened as Mordecai shared some of his family's history with her.  So, Viggo was the grandson of another of Mordecai's brothers, which made Mordecai his.. great uncle?  She smiled at the thought, the depth of his family's history striking a fond chord with her.  She laughed along with him when he commented on his brother's age, choosing that moment to add a cheeky comment of her own, "I'm sure your younger siblings and great, great nephews and nieces are somewhere right now, making the same comment about you."