Anita looked at her daughter and could see full and well that the girl was panicking. She placed her hand on her knee, "You'll be fine...."

She smiled at her and took her head, "Come, let's pack your things."

She helped Anastasia out of her seat and brought her to her room. Together the two of them packed a few extra dresses but her bag was mainly filled with items to remind her of home. Her mother held up one of her more comfortable dresses that she wore for travelling the few times they left the town. She wiped her eyes, "You may not be keeping much of your old clothes but... You might as well take a few... just in case. The palace is still a ride away."

Anastasia hugged her crying mother tightly, "I'll... try... I will."

Anita smiled, "I know you will. Just make sure you are clean for her highness.... Come, let's get you into this and then you can be on your merry way," Her mother helped her into the clean dress and Anastasia sighed, "I'll write to you when I can... And you'll always be my mother... No matter what my blood says."

Grabbing her bag, Anastasia grabbed her mother's hand. They walked back into the room and Fletcher stood. He hugged his departing daughter and kissed her cheek, "Visit... if you can..."

Anastasia nodded, "I'll try, Papa," there were tears in her eyes. Anastasia was never good with farewells. With the stinging feeling in her eye, she decided it was time that she leave. She looked at the man who had turned her life upside down. She adjusted her bag in her hands and looked at him, "I guess... it is time to go."

A yapping sound caught her attention and she dropped her bag. Turning, she picked up Melor, she hugged the dog tightly as he placed his chin on her shoulder. She stood and looked at the man, "Can I bring Melor? I can't leave without him..."