To be back in Salem was a godsend. Even though she promised Nyimara she would follow her to Paradise she secretly hoped they would make their way back here. Except for the time she spent looking for her Queen these last few months, she has not left Salem. This island has been her home since birth and she stayed behind even when most of her family left. It was just good to be back.

The darkening clouds tell an omen of their return. Most might think the brewing storm was a sign of bad luck, a sign they shouldn't have come back. Kára knew differently. The storm was a symbol of the destruction they would cause together. It was a sign for the other residents to be wary. To seek shelter and never come out unless you want to lose yourself in the mix. It symbolized that she had chosen the right path following Nyimara. Power...they would have it. As she senses this storm was a powerful one, she begins to search for her Queen and her child. She finds them just as the heavy rain begins to drench her back. Nyimara is with her young son so she gives a sigh of relief. She would have hated to walk Salem in search of them to ensure their safety.

She reaches their hiding place just in time for the wind to begin its onslaught. Her eyes close as sand whips against her face, but she does not attempt to squeeze her way against the pair under the palms. She allows her Queen to keep the shelter to herself, using what she could of her body to shield them from some of the treacherous wind. Not that it was much help, but she uses this act to show Nyimara the seriousness of her vow.