Lost Creek Hollow my brother the wind

rannoch's words drew an attentive nod from mona, but she remained silent. there was nothing more to be said; they had forgiven her, or perhaps only treason had not. but whatever the reason, she had been granted leeway for her children, even as her mind hooked at the edge of their existence with the accursed name of bastard.
"thank you, all of you. you've been ... very kind and gracious to me." she had terance to thank for that, and rannoch's kind heart from which he always spoke. but now she could bear to look at none of them, wanting only to crouch in her den and hide until the shame had passed.