Anais would come, and Lior would find herself smiling as her older sister arrived. Lior would gently press into her shoulder against her elder sister's shoulder, her gaze gentle. She had missed moments like this. They had been too few and far between since the death of their parents, and the female was sure that the whole family was doing what they could to recover from the loss. Each were moving on in their own time. The young sister would look to the elder, smiling warmly. "I'd like to hope that she's smothering dad with love instead to be honest. That they've forgotten mortal things for now, and are with each other." Lior said softly.
Gaze would shift back to the graves for a moment and then slowly her eyes would close. "I've actually been thinking a lot... about the future. About the path I want to take... about where our family stands with each other. I don't know... if staying out here, out in the wilds, is the best plan for all of us." The gray girl would let her gaze shift back to Anais. "Out here there are lots of dangers... if one of us got hurt... I don't know enough to treat everything... what if Lebrah loses himself again? It was only by luck that plant I found worked... and it was really by chance that I managed to find that herb that helped him the first time..." Lior frowned deeply. "I think we need to leave the Fjord..."
