Dragoncrest Cliffs a paean

Rosalyn. another name that will escape the grasp of her tongue. she frowns, and then nods, in time with the woman's question. yes. trouble. always.

but. . .

Avicus pauses a moment, thinking, then shakes her head. no, she says firmly. not sure of it, though. but what else would Laurel have wanted, but her? and she had laid nearly dead at the bottom of that grotto, and yet the woman had not come to finish her off.

she must have thought her niece dead. and so, in that supposition, Avicus is. . .safe.

'hangk you, she manages, hoping Rosalyn takes the meaning of it, even if the words are a little off. her eyes are as solemn and sincere as they've ever been, staring at the healer's wife.