Broken Antler Fen Thistle of Lorraine

Wraen was right, of course. Somehow her aunt knew just what to say at every moment. When Ibis stressed over the loss of her daughter or her husband, it was Wraen that calmed her and offered help so readily; and now with her fears bubbling up again, it was Wraen who eased them.

I'm so glad that you found us when you did, Ibis mentions with a sigh. Back at the plateau, I mean. We had nowhere to go and... I can't imagine being anywhere else, now. Ibis refused to think about how her life might be different. She put aside thoughts of Arielle, guiltily, because thinking of their transit from the plateau to the fen hurt so much. If they hadn't moved, would Arielle still be here? Would Akavir? Stop; she can't let herself think of this now.

It won't be long now, that's true... She said with a small nod, which froze when Wraen mentioned,
—what will Akavir say, if he returns?

Out of her mouth tumbled the truth before she could catch it: I don't think he's coming back.