it's burning through the bloodline

Andalusia's eyes brightened. Mordecai's words were exactly what she wanted to hear. "That's a relief." Even if these troubles concerned his pack, his lack of involvement signalled he remained removed from the source. On her journey from the southern lands, she'd entertained the thought her uncle might prefer a certain bias one way or the other and put him at odds with her own desire to distance herself from the feud as much as she could. That was not the case, and she let those troubles fall from her mind.

Knowing where Mordecai stood, the news of Harlyn's thoughts brought other questions to mind. "Oh?" Andalusia did not condemn the dark woman's choice to run from the problems at hand. That was what Andalusia was doing herself, and she found it far wiser to leave than let the troubles of others make one's own life miserable. But it made her curious for Mordecai. Surely he hadn't mentioned Harlyn's desire if it held no bearing on him. "And what does that mean for you?"