Bearclaw Valley to go, to run, to go, to run

"He'll be back," 

Her tone was confident, but reassuring. Her features softened, though, when she saw something in the child's eyes that she would have recognized from a reflection she'd seen on her own face when she'd been young. These girls had been abandoned or lost once before- and perhaps now she feared the same thing might happen again. 

A notion Ameline knew all too well. 

She alone knew the promises that had been made when she had accepted the Bearclaw name. Now, she thought, might be the time to let the girls in on that promise as well. Athalia did not look as though she would easily be reassured- so perhaps she deserved something better than reassurance- the truth. 

"Y'know...Both Anthelin an' me, our parent'th left too, when we wuh juth't kidth." She confessed. "An' the oneth that took uth in aftuh? They left too." She was still furious with Prophet, and beyond disappointed in Avicus regardless of the fact that her disappearance had not been by choice. "Anthuh knowth how it feelth to be abandoned...He wouldn't do that to you. Nor would I."