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Morwenna’s gaze softened as she met Frederick’s eyes, a warmth kindling in her expression at his words. His presence was a comfort she hadn’t expected, and a small, genuine smile lifted her features.

It is good to see you here, Frederick, she said, her tone almost grateful, though it held a quiet strength, too— a sense that, despite the warm welcome, her roots were firmly planted. I feel much the same—it’s nice to be a part of something. She paused, a hint of resolve creeping into her voice. But I think I’ll be staying for quite some time.

Her gaze drifted briefly to Lenore, a young soul full of curiosity and fire, and Morwenna’s expression softened further. She allowed herself a gentle smile in the girl’s direction, hoping to ease any tension. Lenore was strong and spirited; Morwenna could imagine her as a reckless teenager.

With a last glance at him, Morwenna dipped her head slightly, acknowledging his journey with quiet understanding. I hope you find what you’re searching for, truly. And until then, know you have a place here, with us.

She breathed, Even with little Lenore.