Deepwood Weald Let this soul be your whisper

Damien's expression evidently saddened with the red woman's report on Relmyna. In the short time he had actually known her Damine had gotten to see her as family, the mother of Cicero's daughters and a truly gifted witch, and he would mourn her in silence. But he tried to push those thoughts to the back of his head for a moment to be able to analyze the rest of the information.

By flicker's count Ramsay and Maegi didn't really have much of an entourage, and what little they had would struggle to hold up on their feet. For as much training as he could have gotten, Damien was sure that Ramsay wouldn't be hard to deal with, and Averna and Astara probably wouldn't intervene if he was tactful with their handling. They were both a vital part of the clan's future, and he would do whatever it took to put them both under his care.

You did well, was as much of a grateful gesture Flicker would get from Damien at this point. She had still much o prove and do before he could actually trust her, but the information she had conveyed to him in this opportunity was of great value for him. She had made good advances. Get some rest and get acquainted with the group... But don't get too comfortable he said with almost a hint of a smile, ... We might not be staying here too long,