I've been so absorbed by my own sadness that I forgot to think about how Griffon is dealing with all this. He adores children, and I suspect he loved Oren more than me, and I'm his imprint. Not that I blame him. I miss the little lad.

Griffon acquitted himself well in the battle, tearing out more than a few Howe throats. Maker I hope he doesn't take a liking to the things.

He's taken a liking to Duncan though, so have I,no not in that way. He's a professional and he does his job, but it's clear he has a soul. Plus he's kind enough to put up with my grousing. The grief. It comes and goes now. One day I'll seem fine, and then I think of Oren riding on Griffon, pretending to be high over the Anderfalls. Or of father telling me he was proud. Or mother, maker I never really got to say goodbye. Then the tears start.

Griffon seems more somber, less a cheerful pup, more a stoic war hound. Whenever I feel the worse he stays by my side. He puts my feelings above his own. I should try to return the favor.