[b][center]Regalia[/center][/b]

	Regalia took Inyatas hand and helped her up onto the steed and let her get comfortable before pressing on. “It’s okay Inyata, just always give yourself a moment to think before you act,” she said in a reassuring voice before she squeeze the hand around her waist softly. Looking over to Ishmael she just smiled and shook her head. “She will be fine. I was once just like her and I think I turned out okay. She just needs a little guidance. Sadly being out on the road takes the innocence of the young far too early,” she said gently. 

	Looking at the others Regalia reached up and pushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ears. “No offense to any here but I doubt any of you have raised a child, so please let me handle Inyata. What she did was not stupidity. It was naivety. Stupidity is continuing to make the same mistake after being taught differently. Apparently she has not been taught. She will be.  She is under my care. I will tend to her,” she said in a firm tone before looking over her shoulder at Inyata. “They mean well but don’t let it get to you. We all have to find our own place in the world. You will find yours and I have no doubt you will grow up to be a great Corsair one day,” she said with a wink. 

	Regalia understood what the group was trying to say but to her Inyata was now a surrogate daughter. She was her responsibility; which meant not only guidance but caring. Something most all could use in such a harsh world. There would be plenty of people to tell Inyata what was she was doing wrong, that was life. Regalia felt it was her place to make sure she had a positive influence and one she could rely on and trust. Sometimes kindness did over ride common sense but without kindness what were they fighting for? Regalia wanted to make Inyata aware of the dangers ahead but she did not want to smother what was good in the young one and leave her an empty shell with nothing left to fight for.

[b][center]Ramara[/center][/b]

	Ramara perked a brow slightly at Regalia words. The woman surely had more patience than she had. Then she spoke of children and there was really nothing Ramara could say to counter it. She had never had children of her own, had Regalia? She didn’t know but she imagined if Regalia had raised a child that it would have been heard of. Perhaps it was before Regalias time in these lands? If it was, where were they now? She pushed the thought out of her mind and was just thankful that Inyata was not her concern.