She wanted to keep talking to Glasgow. Truthfully, she wasn’t in the mood to deal with charming stallions (though the charming part was nice) or questions about why they were doing this. Why did they do anything? Honestly, that’s all she can think some days. Why live, when it’s so damn hard? But why die, if that’s simply the easy way out? But what she really wants to know is how Glas has managed to feel more whole with Kisamoa around. This is what she wants to find. Some sort of wholeness Which probably isn’t a word, but it’s the only way to describe what she’s looking for.

Lyanna definitely would not have thought Bart was here simply for her. Lyanna believed her friend to be just as beautiful as Lyanna, if not moreso. Scars had stories just as much as teal feathers. One just made you look badass and the other made it near impossible to hide in the dark. But largely she assumes he’s here really for the same reason they all are. Kisaomoa said jump, and whenever someone says jump in Helovia, the horses do.

Why? Because what else were they going to do?

But for whatever reason he’s here, he is charming, and she finds she doesn’t mind picking bones from his antlers. But soon she’s done, offering a friendly and sincere, “Of course, it was no problem,” to his offer of thanks. She turns from him and heads back to her place near Glasgow, returning to collecting bones and piling dead plant-life.

The comment about bones from Glasglow brings Lyanna’s teal gaze back to her friend for a moment, knowing what unspoken words lay beneath that. Lyanna’s own family lay as bones now, most likely. She’d never actually know, because she’d never actually be able to return and find out if her brother was burned as he should have been, if her mother had been given to the sea. They came from elements, and were returned in death. It was a dishonor not to return their dead to their rightful elements, but of course, it was a dishonor to murder. So she suspects their murdered let them rot where they fell.

But it’s a thought she’s rather not think about on top of everything else. Thankfully, Maren launches into a story about bones, and Lyanna listens attentively as she cleans, glad for the distraction. She nods as Maren finishes, a sign she’s listened and appreciates the answer that Maren gives. It’s clear the mare is a scholar who knows much of this land, and Lyanna is always glad to learn more.

She continues to ignore Baranbas, who’s pretending to be upset at some bones. She doesn’t mind it amusing, but does findsherself grateful as Bart offers to take their makeshift raft back. And more grateful that he’s directed his attention largely at Glasgow, who has been keeping somewhat to herself . She pauses, looking around at all that they have done. “It is beginning to look rather clean around here,” turning her attention to Bart and Glasgow.