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

sure thing!

She smiled as Athalia seemed to warm to the explanation, and she sighed as the girl moved to tuck herself against her chest. "Eckthactly," She said, giving the girl a light squeeze. She chewed away on her bone, which seemed to prove a welcome distraction from the fear that someone she loved might not come back. 

Ameline knew he would- only death would keep him away, and her man was a survivor. 

As for the young one in her arms, she would be held as long as she was comfortable, and Ameline would savour the girl's youth and dependence for some time. She wouldn't raise Athalia and Amneris to be cruel and distant, to bicker and fight- they would have a different upbringing. She would be held and loved, and reassured when it was needed- and perhaps most importantly of all, promises would be kept.