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Ragna did as Saena bid, for there was something about the woman that called to her. And so they walked, their footfalls quiet in the wood. I never knew him. He died before my birth. I do not grieve him, she added. She didn't want to make the other feel badly for her question. Once Raga had grieved, when she became old enough to realize what she had missed out on. But was that grief for him, her father? Or was it for herself and the things she could have had? She never looked deep enough to find out, and one day the feeling faded and she thought no more on these things. Something of it must have stayed, for from then on her love of her family, far-flung though it was, grew.

Ragna thought it less and less likely that Saena was related to her, but did not entirely lose that small inkling. Perhaps it would be good for Saena, who seemed to have little family for herself. Though, she seemed old enough to be a mother. Have you any family?