Treatment from Awinita had not been working. That much was clear but the still wheeziness of her breath and the coughing fits during the night. I think I should just go. I know where I can find a specialist and I'm sure they don't want to see me wither like this.

"Please Ms. Santoro! Just give me a bit more time..." The Macieo girl had pleaded.

I'm afraid this is for the best. You're no longer under obligation to stay but I know it would be much appreciated. The Tarn could always use another kind soul. She murmured in the darkness of the early morning. It was obvious she had distraught the girl by disagreeing to stay. Piety had meant no harm but she no longer felt comfortable here. Perhaps she could find the Meadows again. Surely Valentin would like it there.

She had rounded him up with little convincing. It was time for the Santoros to take their leave. The journey would be long and slow with her weakened lungs but hopefully he would learn plenty from a bountiful trip. Come along. She muttered as she nudged him over the borders. Briefly she tipped her skull back and let out a low call, dipped with sorrow and regret.

The former queen of stone was leaving.