Hushed Willows ho-ho lunges for the pie.

It was a little odd to be delivering such a personal, meaningful message. These weren't words she ought to be saying to him. Sure, Silas was her brother, but they had never met before. These were Harlyn's feelings and regrets to share with him. But the gods had not given her mother the strength to come deliver these words herself. Perhaps that was part of her mother's punishment for abandoning her sons. They had given her the sight to see that she had made a mistake. They'd given her a heart that suffered under the remorse of that mistake made. Then they'd taken away her ability to rectify that mistake herself, thus stealing her chance of ever seeing her sons again.

Poe didn't wonder if that was punishment enough. It was not her place to decide anyway. And in any event, it was a distraction she didn't need from what she was here to do, which was to be a mouthpiece, regardless of how well suited she was for the task.

The girl nodded gently, biting her tongue against telling him not to be sorry. She personally felt he had every right to be angry, but again, goading him on was not why she had come. "I'll tell her," she reassured him. After a pause, it appeared he didn't know what else he wanted to tell her. So, Poe took the opportunity to ask something she suspected she already knew the answer to. "Pippin... He's not here, is he?" she asked, frowning a little.