"Yeah, I think I should probably check on my little brother.. I'll see you tomorrow," Emilia said, just as Lystra was already headed out of the tent. She groaned and looked to Fuso's wife once again. The woman's were parted, slightly open, and damp with tears. Fuso couldn't bare to look towards her, and as Emilia inched towards the tent's exit, an uncomfortable silence overwhelmed the broken family.

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	It wasn't long before Lystra reached Gremma's tent. She'd set up near the edge of the little village-like settlement that they'd created for their stay, like she'd always done, facing the mountains to the east, where the lake had begun to thin out into a small stream. Gremma turned to her foster Daughter with a quick jerk, somewhat surprised by how sudden her arrival was.

	"Late, isn't it?" She huffed, turning back towards an assortment of nick nacks that she'd collected over the years. Gremma found sound kind of peace in lining them up methodically, and acting out scenarios that most people didn't quite understand.