Firefly Ravine occasionally glancing up through the rain

Then, she saw something. A flash of red and cream. Her eyes fixed on it, focused, and she let out a tiny gasp as she realized who it was. Then when she said his name--Colt--her face contorted with anguish, and she looked away, removing herself from the happy reunion.  This was not her scene; she was not on stage.

It was the reunion with Ramsay and Euron that she might not ever have, and she hated the girl for it. At the same time, the knowledge that she had done something good--and, perhaps, lessened the Redhawks' hatred for her home, if Colt managed to convince them of her good deed--suffused her with the slightest bit of warmth.

She sat, teetering on this moral precipice, ears only vaguely registering the sounds of their speech.