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And just like that, Harlyn's opinion of the young female of Donnelaith changed quite dramatically. Deirdre had condoned this man's actions? In what possible way could it have been alright that he had thrown her friend and her friend's father into the ocean? In what way was it to be forgiven that he had caused Larkspur to lose her memory and be out through this misery? The Druid raged yet again, and Harlyn found herself hard pressed to keep that part of her heart quiet on this matter. The betrayal of one who meant nothing to her family was one thing, but of Larkspur's supposed friend? A shiver ran down her spine as the anger flooded black through her veins.

"I love you, my little sundrop," Harlyn responded with a kiss to her crown, stifling any venom the Rose to her lips regarding Deirdre. True as whatever words she may share were in that moment, her daughter was too fragile to even hear them let alone accept them.

"Why don't we head to the Crook and find you a meal?" she suggested with a soft smile, "Silas will be overjoyed to have you home."