Sun Mote Copse seems every castle is made of sand

"Well, I suggest you have a good rest first," Wraen told him, feeling puzzled by the news, but deciding against pushing Arcturus to reveal more or prove him wrong. There would be plenty of time for discussions later, when her friend was in a better frame of mind. Now she was thinking about, where could she store the Moonspearan away. From the look she had received from Towhee, Regent disapproved of her decision to have a visitor within the territory. Which was also a matter she would wonder about afterwards. Now she wrote it off to motherhood and the perks that came along with it. 

"And come tomorrow we can put our heads together and decide, what should you do next," - if it was up to me, I would keep you here forever - she thought to herself. Away from Moonspear and it's stiff hypocritical traditions. Somewhere, where Arthur could realize that life had way more to offer than a giant rock and a tyrant cooped on top of it. "Don't worry, Arthur, I will be here and you won't have to face it on your own," she tried to cheer him up. "And I will keep Niamh and Towhee in check as well."