Broken Antler Fen Bye, bye, miss chair model lady. . .

I think they're still in the fen at this point!

She shook her head, throat tightening. No—she's dead, Lilitu explained quietly. The thought of inheriting what Ibis had given. . . I dunno. That's maybe too much responsibility for me, she said, laughing a little and trying to lift the mood.

That's what I hear, she went on, happy for the chance to change the subject. But not very far. So you could always come visit this place, if you're fond of it.

Her smile grew wry as she looked upon the frozen marshland. It's not the prettiest place I've ever lived, but it's okay, Lilitu mused. She returned her eyes to Cinna, said gaze having resumed its normal happy glow. Have you ever been to the mountains?