Two Rivers Isle life is sweet, in the belly of the beast

Her prickly mood was not made any better by the duty she'd enlisted herself to carry out.  She moved in silence; not once did she question Niamh or the banished youth, and instead she took to simmering in silence.  In this moment she shouldered a hatred for many things — the rain, Screech, and the residual and fading embers of her third debacle with Niamh.

She was numb and silent until Niamh spilled the content of her gut.  Protectively, she crouched between the butterscotch girl and the boy-nemesis.  Once Niamh had finished, she regarded her with a cool, exhausted stare.

She did not think Raven really wanted to banish her brother to death.  And Ceara did not know how she felt.  Should they just kill him?  Surely that would be better than letting him succumb to starvation or illness.  She shifted her weight uncomfortably.  I don't know what to do with him.  It doesn't feel.. right.