Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't funny. Come back!

Arlette was stunned. Her mother had been dead since winter and she had been unaware. She had been afraid even, though there was also some sadness forming now. Her mother would never meet her children. She knew Valette would have loved them. No matter what happened between them. And Easthollow, it no longer existed so it wouldn't be an extra home for her children if there was an emergency.

Arlette looked at her brother and then nodded. "I cannot fault you at that," she told him then. She shouldn't be hard on him. Not on Merrit. He wasn't to blame here. It was her own stubbornness to forgive. She gave him a nod of respect and thanks. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't have wanted to know so heavily pregnant. You are right." She listened to Merrit but before she could reply to him Thyme asked her attention.

"I know, dear. Maybe we can ask Uncle Merrit to help?," she offered. "Why don't you ask him if he wants to help?" She smiled at her son. The boy seemed to nod and ask Merrit if he wanted to help look for Alduin, his bestest friend that went missing. Arlette offered a soft sad smile at Merrit.

"My leader's son went missing, it almost feels as one of my own though," she clarified. "I'm glad to have ran into you now, brother. Perhaps we can spend some more time together? Do you have a home? A place to rest? I can ask Kynareth if he has a place for you among us. I could use the company." She wouldn't say the reason as Thyme couldn't know.