Lost Creek Hollow until i hear you bickering like boys and birds

Of course, Arbiter wasn't a creature of hugs and smiles on a good day.  However, when she was stopped by a faintly familiar face, her expression was rather mixed.  Curiosity, suspicion, bemusement, bits of all of them were there.  However, the thing on the tip of her tongue was this: I take it that the fact you're here means the move to wherever didn't go the way some might have hoped.  Which quite frankly entertained her.  They'd gone and dragged away their family, sure, but that didn't mean that the children really wanted to go along with it.  It meant that what was here was far better than wherever it was the lot had been forced to go.  Hell, she could have fun just letting her mind wander and explore the many ways that it meant that Rannoch and Liffey's choice to leave had been a failure, even without knowing the details.  Of course there might be some far more boring story behind it, but if it wasn't mentioned, Arbiter could dream.