Aela went to her mother and asked, "Does Ylwa have any friends?"
"I am not here often, but I believe she spends a good deal of time with Jergen," Accaila responded.
"I need to speak with Jergen," Aela declared, and went to seek him out. She found him sitting on the back porch.
"Jergen, it was a dirty thing you did going off to war and leaving your sons behind at such a young age," Aela said.
Jergen turned to her. "Accaila's daughter… Aela?"
"Yes," Aela responded to his question, and then returned to the subject at hand. "They had to live with that betrayal for the rest of their lives," she chastised him.
"And my efforts didn't even accomplish anything. We still lost. Believe me, it is my biggest regret," Jergen said forlornly.
"We all have regrets," Aela said. "They turned out alright despite that."
"Tell me about them, please," Jergen asked pleadingly.
Aela spent the next couple of hours telling Jergen all about Vilkas and Farkas, and the accomplished Companions that they had become. She eventually brought the conversation around to Ylwa, and how Ylwa had reacted when she told her about them.
"In Ylwa's mind, they are still the small youngsters that they were when she lost them," Jergen said.
"Well, that explains why she appeared displeased when I tried to tell her about their accomplishments," Aela said. "She seemed quite upset. You might want to look in on her or send a friend to see how she is doing."
"I'll do that," Jergen said. "I appreciate you telling me."
"No problem," Aela said, and turned to leave.
"One more thing," Jergen said. "You didn't tell her about the circumstances surrounding my death, did you?"
"I didn't," Aela replied with a look of disbelief. "She doesn't know?"
"She doesn't, and I would prefer to keep it that way," Jergen said.
"I won't involve myself in your business," Aela assured him, and then wandered off into the crowd.