Sun Mote Copse Caraway Tea

"Well, Bronco, if you want to hear an apology for every wrong - big or small - that anyone has ever done to you, you will be waiting for a very long time," Wraen pointed out and did not dwell on the subject much after that. Have him figure this out himself and later than sooner he would learn. That it was easier to forgive yourself to the wrong-doer and move on than wait patiently and expectantly for them to make the first step. 

Kiwi was entirely different case. Could you ever forgive? Wraen did not know all the details of, what exactly had happened between Colt and her, why it had escalated so quickly. Had she attacked to kill? Or had this fight been her way of coping with the news of Wildfire's death? When the Sovereign had found the girl afterwards, she had heard the most absurd accusations. Perhaps, it had been fever or the girl had truly believed every single word she had said then.

After Colt had died, Wraen had often wondered, whether she had done the right thing, leaving Kiwi alive to fend for herself. Heal or die. Elwood had been in agreement with her - she had been family once, though she had relinquished those rights, any rights, in fact, when she had purposefully attacked one of the leaders. Perhaps calling others or attempting to bring her back to Firebirds would have changed things. Or not.

Wraen did not know, whether there was a right answer to the question - what had been the right thing to do a year ago. Maybe there was no such thing. Colt had died before she had been able to approach him and talk about this, though she could hardly imagine him taking a favourable view on this. "She is yours, Nellie's and Niamh's to judge and deal with," Wraen finally said. "But there is a death sentence for her, if she ever comes here again. She is aware of that, wherever she is now."