She had made sure to stir awake earlier than darkness, the boys tucked safely with one another still, settled into her nocturnal rhythm. She figured they would be fine here for moments. They had one another. Her heart hammered with an unexpected pulse of emotion at the sight of it. Had her father looked upon her and her siblings this way? She might have stole another moment or two if she did not feel the pull to a matter that would benefit them as well.

She sought the flamed colors of Flair in the dusk lights. She held a hope that the woman had not yet retired for the night. This was hardly the kind of thing she wanted to rouse someone from a comfortable sleep for. Regardless Isla had not come with a ruckus about her. In truth she seemed hushed, silent and each step placed carefully. Perhaps the emotion she had left her own space with had carried her on a more sensitive air.

After all, anything she did now might impact her children as much as herself. Positive or negative.