Broken Antler Fen The person I most medium suspect.

I do regret it, she replied almost immediately after he'd finished talking, nodding fervently. I don't know why I didn't. . . I guess I was just so happy to see her again that I didn't want to ruin it. She frowned, looking down at the ice. Now. . . I'd have to lie. About when Mama died, I mean. I couldn't find her again and tell her when; she'd know I kept it from her.

A deep, existential sigh left her, and she skated briefly away for a moment, enjoying the cool wind whistling past as she picked up speed.

And then she slowed, and turned toward Eljay, mouth quirked to one side but decisive. I should tell her, Lilitu said. Thanks, Eljay. And—I'm so happy I came back. Not just for Roswell, but for you and Maia and Teya. Your pups, and all the rest.

If he allowed, she'd come forward and rest her chin upon his shoulder blade for a moment in brief embrace. Thank you, she repeated, softer.