Hideaway Strath too soon

Their grisly work would begin before she wanted it to - in truth, she never wanted this moment. They were all so young. The prime of their lives. It seemed a foolish dream now and if her mother's insane ramblings had ever given way to truth it was now. She was a fool for thinking that somehow she could escape the fact she simply wasn't made to have such nice things. The Fearghal family had not suffered until she had gotten so close to it, and her selfishness had ruined them. 

Arturo knew just as little as she, no concrete options to give her and Hemlock reached up to press her snout against his own, movements gentle and sweet even against the shaking that had begun in her shock. "We will go up to the coast. See that world again." The last time she had laid eyes on it that she could remember was gathering seaweed with the Inkblot and her companion. Maybe they would see the sea sprite again. "When... When we have finished, we can call the children." Once she had laid out the plants and flowers to her liking, once she had given Lotte something to protect her in her rest.