Bryn dared to step closer, when she did. Living only a few between them. "You are not dead. Neither is Hródolf." She could not resist the smile she gave her grandson if she had tried. "The gods have seen fit that I not completely die. But it cost me greatly." It meant she had to watch her beloved children grow at a distance. That she could only arrange things in their favor at night.
"Brenna is here too." Had they been parted yet? Was her younger sister still alive? These are questions Bryn had never thought she'd face.