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He watched her, pastel eyes wide with wonder, as Portia went on to answer his simple question in great detail. She told of how her own mother had expected her to follow the fate she'd chosen for her, how their relationship had been a rocky one, and he felt even more grateful to have maintained closeness with his own. Dacio smiled for her, sweeping close enough to bump his sterling shoulder encouragingly to the Fisa's flank.

It made some sense to him now, or at least it seemed a little more acceptable. Still, Dalia had said that she knew what leaving meant - she would have to shed the name that once bound her to the pack, and willingly become Branwoda. "I won't ever leave," the youngster said gently, wondering if his elder sibling had ever made a similar statement. It was one that Dacio intended to keep. Keen to change the subject to a more cheerful one, he piped up with: "tell me how you and Dad met?"