"Your Mama would never kill your Papa. But I assure you, you will never be all alone." She wiped her wet hands on her apron and reached out for Vikki.

Vikki threw herself into Aislyn. Anything else Vikki tried to say was made unintelligible with sobs.

Aislyn wrapped her arms around Vikki and held her close. She kissed the top of her head.

Nelek gave Aislyn a puzzled look. "Aron and Lia seemed to be getting along fine during our journey here."

"They've been fighting a lot. But they have just as many periods of peace." Aisyn rubbed Vikki's back.

"I guess I was too concerned with getting back to you and the children to notice if anything was wrong between them." Nelek said.

"They may have been fine while they were with you. It just flares up. It used to be occasionally, now it's growing in frequency."

"Their relationship has always had a lot of... challenges." Nelek said.

"Yes, it has. And it seems like they are growing apart." She glanced down at Vikki. "We'll discuss this later," she said as she snuggled her niece closer.

Vikki continued to cry inconsolably.

"Can you dry Kadey off and get her into that shift?" Aislyn asked of Nelek.

Nelek picked up a drying cloth and went to help Kadelyn out of the tub.

Kadey put her arms up in the air and reached for him.

Nelek wrapped Kadelyn in the towel as he lifted her from the tub. "I knew you were somewhere under all that dirt."

Kadey giggled, "Papa silly!" she exclaimed with a giggle.

"Regular bedtime and regular meals sound like god ideas." Wulfsen said as he opened the door.

"I thought so." She stepped in the room. "Oscar? Are you in...oh I'm sorry for interrupting, Aunt Aislyn, Uncle Nelek."

Oscar was snooping around the room for food. He had found some broth and drank every last drop.

"There you are," Sileas  called, hearing the tell tale sound of slurping. "Oscar! It's not polite to eat other people's food! You wouldn't like it if someone at yours!"

"If I didn't eat uvver blokes's food I would starve ter deaff! Right!" Oscar exclaimed.

"You will not starve, I promise you. All you are going to do is to continue the cycle of eating and throwing up. Where's the joy in that?"

"I won't be 'ungry." Oscar sniffled.

"Not unless you've already cleared out the kitchen and we have to wait for supplies tomorrow."

"There's still food in the bleedin' kitchen." Oscar said sullenly.

"Good. Now, we will go fix a basket of things to take to our rooms and retire for the night." She turned to Wulfsen. "Can you arrange for some bath water and two more beds for my rooms?"