Broken Antler Fen I hear the wicked get no rest.

The words were certain, but Lilitu took little heart in them. How many wolves had just. . .never come back? She remembered a lot of faces from the Empire that she never saw again afterward. And there were faces here, too, of which she'd caught a glimpse, only for them to disappear, too. 

Sure, Papa and Arielle had a connection to this place, more of a reason to return. But what if they didn't? If they. . .couldn't?

She swallowed, trying to keep this thought at bay and grateful at the shift in topic. Uh-uh, she murmured, shaking her head. She remained alongside Ibis rather than shifting to face her, though gave her mother a sidelong golden glance. What's he like?

What was he like, Lilitu supposed. If he was so important, wouldn't he be here? Again, someone with a reason to stick around, who simply hadn't.