Ciara was headed back home, hair a tousled mess and her clothes windblown. Not that she cared about such things. She was considering getting coffee for her and Ciaran (because as much shit as she gave her brother, he was the only being not put off by her. They were cut from the same cloth.), when she felt the presence of one from home nearby.
Coffee forgotten for the moment, she set off after them. She spotted the Blondel in sunglasses and called out, "Son of Ness!" Perhaps she couldn't claim him right now, and not forever, but she could be patient.