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To be honest there was much laying heavily in the young Feisripa’s mind. Her ears lowered at the other’s question and her frown deepened. “Yes,” she replied uncharacteristically weak. She wasn’t sure just how to voice all of her inner thoughts, but she offered a sigh and looked up to the Heda, focusing on her chest out of respect.

“I came across Thyri for the first time in ages after the meeting. She was different. Very different,” she didn’t know quite how to describe it. “It was like she doesn’t care about any of us anymore and just wants to be alone.” She seemed like, to Freyja, the type that would leave and wander like Rosalyn.

She didn’t want her sister to leave.