I cannot say if I am doing the right thing. The simple act of being right is subjective itself. They say to be good to your children yet, who dictates that flavor of rightness? For me, I am doing what I can to protect Ehiyeh's future and wellbeing. I can only nod solemnly when she declares herself a murder, hesitant to push this too much further. I understand that some have boundaries and she is...compromised. It is a seed nonetheless. In time, perhaps it will bloom. For now, at least, it has served to placate her worry. She seems less frantic now, assured I am sure that no other follows her.

Besides, she has planted a seed of her own. I am unsure how to feel about these new titles and yet, I allow her to use it once more as she begins to put a close on this encounter. I understand she will need her space now and I can only hope she truly remembers our tale. It will seek to aid her just as I will do so; I had not meant to go to Taviora so soon and yet, duty calls. It always does. I do not speak however. I merely bow my head low in understanding, a respectful sentiment in any case and then, I wait for her to depart. I remain in the place of our meeting, allowing my scent to further permeate in the area before I too take my leave. As far as any others will be concerned, we were together for longer than we were apart this day. None shall know at least until she is willing to break her silence and dismiss our shared lie.

With a flicker of my ear, I too turn back into the shadows. I move towards the borders at a jog, readying myself to cleanse the borders and further embed the seed. Today, I have created some kind of meaning for the word family.