Sunbeam Lair singulus

Six months was certainly old enough to hold their mother dear and be affected by the loss of her presence. There was a brief flash of judgement within the breast of the ashen girl—to think of leaving behind a husband and two children—dividing siblings and an entire family. It was easy to see how it wrought his being with pain. And from even a quick study of her eyes, it was clear to the she-wolf the man rarely bent to pain and tragedy in general. 

Perhaps the two of them had more in common then she had considered earlier—forged by grief and abandonment. 

You’ve offered me time with your Matrona Aquene and barely know me. Reyson, one of your soldiers, has saved me at least twice, though he would argue that… Charitable seems such a cold, distant word for it.