Hideaway Strath Where ma fuxkin’ kids at??

"My name is Fury now." She corrected. Hearing Kynareth's reason for returning, any warmth to her appearance withered, despite his honesty. The look she gave Simmik was a look of pure, sociopathic boredom and very, very mild amusement. 
Arashi's presence beside her was a reminder to be at least somewhat if not barely civilized. "They're part of the Druids of Blackwater off the coast. Head North, go NorthEast and upward until you reach the Sound. They have a habit of traveling though, so don't be surprised if one or both of them aren't there when you arrive." Fury responded, her tone mostly detached yet held razors around the edges. 
With that out of the way, she turned to depart back into the Strath.
She didn't expect Kynareth, let alone his wife, to follow. 
If they did step beyond the doorframe, so be it. 
If not, she wasn't sure if she'd see them again, or if Kynareth, at least, would care to come back. 

Facing away and withdrawing, the tears that had been in her eyes threatened to come forward again in silent agony.