Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

The more time she spends with Dio and Portia’s children, she finds she likes them much more than Heda’s. She doesn’t know if she’d admit it to anyone but herself. She doesn’t have to like them all equally, she is not their parent, but she won’t go out of her way for ungrateful and rude children. This one, on the other hand, might get more of her attention later on.
 
“What’s your name?” she asks, looking down at his feet and back again. “What’re you tracking?”