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The news caused an unconscious bristling of the banded woman's spine, and this translated into slight gruffness as she greeted the children. They would be used to this rough affection from her, however, and the firm kisses and rough face nibbles would likely not seem out of place. "I will keep looking," she promised, finally daring to look into Coelacanth's dark face. She couldn't help but feel as though she'd failed the other woman. Somehow, finding Thresher would have balanced the scales between them, so that Moorhen would no longer be a ward but a protector in her own right. And the Aralez and Overseer had already given her a new rank, had practically told her she would go out and suceed in bringing their lost child back -

but she still hadn't. And now Seelie was off the island, and that felt wrong.

"Peace home," she begged, feeling ashamed to have made Coelacanth come after her. As soon as she said it, however, she knew that this was a selfish request. "Be careful," she amended, but by her tone, Coelacanth would likely discern Moorhen's discomfort with her being out all alone. But Moorhen had only known her as a homebody, and not as the wanderer she had often been in days past.