Haunted Wood To make myself feel better

She nodded firmly, satisfied. Good, Lilitu said, her countenance of the utmost seriousness. Then she let the mask fall, smiling widely but still gently. Maybe he'll like it better here than there. He'll be with you, right? 

Shouldn't that be all that mattered? Moving around a lot as a child was no picnic, but at least her family had stuck together. So odd (ironic? what say you, Alanis?) that as soon as they settled down again, they fell completely apart.

Maybe moving around was better, after all.

I'm glad you're staying, she reiterated. Then she paused, and cocked her head. How do you even get a hus—er, a. . .mate?—anyway? Did someone find him for you? We met a woman from the mountains that said she was trying to find husbands and wives for others.