Blacktail Deer Plateau it's already burning

Still grinning, Saarthal released Hadrian from the hug and stepped back, taking in her brother's form. He looked good - healthy, functioning, like he had his shit together. That was always the most annoying bit about him, she felt, because it'd always been clear to her that Aeneas, however perfect he was with his gentlemanly manners and kindness and prowess on the battlefield was also occasionally a bit of a mess, for the two of them shared the same stubborn streak and self-destructive recklessness...maybe that was why they'd both gone for the same - Anyway, Junior on the other hand, aptly named after legendary granddaddy, had always been fawned over and, to Saarthal, he'd never seem to have much trouble with anything. It infuriated her to bits, she who could never keep a tight control over her emotions, but - they were right, really, the trainers - he was great, unlike her. Not that she was bitter or anything. Really.
"Came to protect me, brother dearest?" Saarth teased though not at all mad; she could really use a friendly face right now, and who better than Junior, who'd despite their separation remained her ultimate confidant. Still, she'd never told him about Reyna (and was blissfully unaware that Junior, always aware, had actually known the whole time), something she regretted: he would probably have helped in a sensible way that did not involve her running away from home in the middle of the night like some angsty teenager.
"'Course you did," Saarthal replied absentmindedly, another more urgent question probing at her mind, "come to continue the family's legacy, yeah? You know I wanna see the infamous Noctisardor Bypass too. Haven't found it yet." And then, glancing too casually away from Hadrian, Saarthal asked, "so, how's our other idiot brother? Is he still with -" she cleared her throat, acting way too insouciant for it to be true, "-uh, that orphan girl Reyna?"