It hadn't been too hard to find him, what, with his disgruntled customers complaining in the inns left in his wake... at least the closer she got to him. She'd known the general direction of his departure and started from there. Of course, the trip had been longer than anticipated, particularly because she was starting to feel very pregnant, her belly larger than it should be and very likely twins or one large child. There too was the fact that she was in deep mourning for her murdered husband...

By the time she was standing in the crowd, looking at her brother, there was a numb expression on her face. She didn't reach out to hug him, nor did she cry. "I'm home now, brother," she said, her voice roughened by her long journey.