"Will you come back to Summersea?" Sandrilene asked her foster siblings, a quiver in her voice.

They were sitting on the roof of the Dicipline cottage Briar had made in his mind, but outside their minds they were still in the Ratey's Inn in Olart.

The three stared at the clouds formulating above them, Daja cross-legged on the thatch, Triss sprawled out with her chin on her hands and Briar with his back to the warm chimeny. Sandry sat with legs dangeling off the roof, tugging at the sleeve of her blue dress.

"I'm going to Lightsbridge." Triss said, still not looking at Sandrilene, although her voice was filled with regret. No one spoke for a time.

"Daja?"

"I will," she replied their eyes met and Sandry smiled.

Now Sandry's attention was on Briar. He looked down at his lap, feeling like nothing more than the four of them living like they had back at Discipline Cottage when they were young.

"Briar?" Sandry whispered.

"I have no where to live." Briar mumbled.

"That doesn't matter," Sandry sounded relieved and this comforted Briar, "You can stay at Dicipline cottage until you get your own."

Briar shuddered remembering the nightmares he had last time he stayed at Dicipline cottage.

"I can't." He said.

Sandry looked confused but to her credit, did not ask why.

"Stay with me." She said. Briar looked up, into her beaming face.

"Are you sure?" He didn't want to have to rely on Sandry.

"Positive." Briar couldn't help grinning, that was Sandry alright, once she made up her mind she stuck to it.

Triss yawened, "It's getting late." She observed, "And I have an early start tomorrow, I think we all do, I'm off to bed."

"Me too" said Daja.

They retreated into their own minds.

"I, we-"

"I should probably-"

"Yes, good idea." Sandry said, as she hastened back to her rooms, leaving Briar alone on the sunny rooftop at Winding Circle.