She does not let you know she is suffering. She is the healer of the group, and your elder by many years, her experiences far and wide, and she stands as your right arm, your advisor and the voice of reason in all that madness. She does not wish to let you on that she is suffering. But it is there, in how briskly she speaks of Gorion before she changes the subject. It is there in how she sometimes disappear to gather herbs when you know she would never let her pouch be remotely close to empty. It is there in her no-nonsense attitude, in her lust for vengeance, in her angry tirades, in her husband's own admission that she didn't use to frown so much. It is there, too, in the way she looks at you, at your mannerisms, and smiles fondly before the realization that it is not your father she is looking at wipes it off her face.

And next you look at Khalid's attentions for her, the loving looks and shy smiles, and you understand, that his occasional touches are not so much of affection as of comfort, for his wife who lost her best friend and will not let herself grieve.