“Well, she has quite the motivation, I suppose.” And no point in being melancholy; what would be done would be done, one way or another. She was a firm believer in making choices, and Audrey had made hers. All Ari or Altair could do now was help her on her way. “I hope that sister of hers is worth the trouble; the few times I have encountered her, I got the impression of a little mouse.” And she doubted the girl would understand how much gratitude was due to Audrey for the sacrifices she was making. She had grown up noble, after all. She wouldn’t know there were better ways to live.