Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

"Don't worry about that too much, Maia," Wraen told her sister, feeling a little guilty that she would have to uproot again for the sake of her. It would be twice now. "I will do the talking with Towhee and the rest and, if you choose to go with me, who do you have to  convince otherwise?" she asked rhethorically. After all it was nobody's buisness, what Maia chose to do. 

"Though if you have a friend or two here that you have bonded to in particular... I won't be able to handle those farewells for you," she said after a little pause. "I am sorry that you have to leave a pack  yet again for me. I wish I could promise it is the last time, but, what promises can I give, if just a week ago I firmly believed that I will stay with the Firebirds forever," she sighed.