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But the princess has other ideas-- feeling instead that the other should not feel like this. Regardless of her feelings towards Lasher, she wants to help. She wants to make the other feel better. Aria listens quietly for a moment, but finds herself huffing and rolling her eyes. "Rowan," she says, her tone softer than that of her previous actions, "Your problems are not bigger or smaller than anyone elses," she tells her, her gaze narrowed with firmness. "Don't feel bad about grieving or struggling-- there is no reason you should," she adds, smiling again and nosing the womans shoulder in hopes of comforting her. 

She then leans back, and gazes towards the fairy circle. "Lasher is still here-- his soul is present in every fiber of Donnelaith," she tells the pale witch, her tail waving behind her. "He is here in every green leaf that returns, and every creature that sets foot back in this land," she luminous orbs turn back to the other, and she smiles a little. "He is here in his children, who speak his word and continue his work."

"I am sorry, Rowan, that you have experienced this loss, and that you do not feel at place here. But time heals all, and in this pack-- if you look for it-- you will find that you still have plenty in common with everyone and everything."