Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

The sentiment didn't strike her well at all; her brows came together, her mouth tugging downward in a surly frown. He didn't deserve to die at all, Maegi retorted, as affected by this tragedy as if it were, well, real. Mou would die eventually, they all would. . .but she didn't want to have to come to terms with it now.

Her face relaxed and grew pensive at the question, wondering just how much Cass should—could—know. I don't really have a true home, she lied again, although there was some truth in it. Her heart would forever belong, in some part, to Undersea. I travel around, visiting friends I've made. Mou was my closest friend for a long time, but now that he's gone. . .

Maegi shrugged, looking wistful. The woods aren't the same, she admitted. There was a war. The Redhawks came. Killed some of my family. It hasn't been right since. She thought of Caiaphas, gleeful at the prospect of Blackfeather finally reaping what they had sown, and knew she would feel the same, if in the woman's paws.