Bart and Lucien half bowed to Xavier, then nodded to Difyr. Bart reached for the basket to carry, ever so chivalrous, before following her outside.

In reply to Liadan Buckley (msg # 113):

Sileas nodded, "Yes, he's ready to rest for the night." She hated the very idea of going inside the keep. Everything was so alien to her now.

"We should go back inside before Yehudit starts looking for you." Liadan said.

"Probably." Sileas returned the brush to Ares's saddle bag. "Good night, Ares," she said softly before turning, shoulders slumped, to follow Lia back into the keep.

Liadan went inside. She found her family, Yehudit sitting with her foot in a bucket of water and squeezed Aron's hand.

Sileas trudged in behind her. She found a relatively quiet corner of the room and removed her cloak. She folded it neatly and set it on the floor before sitting down next to it.

"Sileas!" Yehudit called and waved in case her cousin didn't see her.
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Sileas waved at her cousin before settling down.  Instead she opened her bag with the meager belongings she had managed to save. Her stuffed cat, old and worn, was pulled out, and she decided to use her bag as a pillow instead of her cloak. She lay down, spreading her cloak like a blanket.

Yehudit stood up, took her foot from the bucket, then tried to pick up both the bucket and stool while still try8ing to hold onto her walking stick... An accident was imminent.

"Where exactly  do you think you're going?" Aron inquired as he grabbed the bucket and stool from his daughter.

Yehudit frowned. "Sileas is way over there."

Aron rubbed Yehudit's back. "I'll carry these over for you if you're certain you make it that far without further injuring your ankle."

Yehudit nodded and began making her way over to Sileas, her walking stick clunking and landing one several toes.

Aron followed closely behind, managing to hold the bucket and stool in one hand in case Yehudit needed help. He couldn't help but notice that Sileas was laying on her side, her back to everyone else. More than likely to hide the fact that she was hugging that stuffed animal Aislyn had given her when she first joined the family.

The walking stick slipped and Yehudit fell forward on top of Sileas.

Sileas said "Ooof," but otherwise didn't move except for the slightest movement of her fingers trailing across her betrothal bracelet.

"Hi Sileas." Yehudit said and rolled off her. She waited for her bucket and stool.

Aron set the stool and bucket down for Yehudit. Then he helped his daughter to her feet.

Sileas mumbled something but didn't roll over.

In reply to Aislyn (msg # 38):

"Have you eaten yet, Ais?" Liadan asked her friend.

In reply to Sileas (msg # 132):

Yehudit sat on the stool and reluctantly stuck her foot back in the bucket. She could not make out what Sileas had said. "What was that? $Y#*( the goat?"

In reply to Liadan Buckley (msg # 133):

Aislyn shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

In reply to Yehudit Buckley (msg # 134):

Sileas lifted her head slightly. "I said hello and good night."

In reply to Aislyn (msg # 135):

"You need to eat something." Liadan's own stomach gave a growl.

In reply to Sileas (msg # 136):

Yehudit squinted. "That has nothing to do with goats."