Home

He had been away from home for a long time… and longer still after he ran into Dagrun. Alexander had needed to process his feelings about what had happened. To accept that when he came home his mother might not be there, that she needed help from the Hallows, and that his father was dead. It had been a blow to the normally happy go lucky man, and even his energy had faltered. He cried, missing his father, taking the time he needed alongside his companion. But finally, more than halfway through the summer season, he had felt ready to return home and help his little sister until their mom came home. Keeneye led the way to the border… and Alexander would stop where he saw the pelt of the man who had stolen his father hung up. His gaze narrowed, and he gave a small nod. Justice had been served. He was sure his mother would have made sure it was as painful as she could have. Tilting his head back, Alex called for his sister. He was home at last.

"Speech" 'Thought.'