“Aye. She was.” Vogg found that he did not have the words to say for a moment, and instead, a hand came and rested sympathetically on his friends shoulder. It was true, Saeunn had been brought here the same time that he’d been, and yet Vogg had stayed when his sister had been taken. As much as he loved his place in the village, he’d often thought though, if he’d been given a choice, if he wouldn’t have his sister stay in his stead. It would be healthier for Godric, and help him in more ways than Vogg ever could.
“The gods make you as strong as you need to be, Godric, you need not forget that.” It was very unusual for Vogg to be so serious, but it was a role he fell into easily, being the elder child since Alfarrin left, often advising his father, or young siblings. “You are a strong man, one of the strongest I’ve had the fortune of meeting. And yes, Bridget… has every likeness of my sister, and she… she knows things somehow that she should not… but she is not Saeunn, she is an image, a mirror of my sister.” He frowned. He liked Bridget, he did, but this was not the first time he’d found himself wishing she were not here.
“On this, I fear, my counsel will be lacking, my friend, I cannot tell you what to do. That is for you, and for the gods to decide.” He let out a soft sigh. “But is it truly breaking an oath when the girl is such… a likeness? And, we both know that oath be damned, Saeunn would not wish to see you struggling like this.” Vogg understand the desire to keep ones word, the sense of duty that followed an oath, but he couldn’t stand to see his brother hurting so.