[The silence is not surprising. Ethlyn doesn't know what she would say if someone told her such a thing. She would try, somehow, to say something, but whether or not it would be of any use is another matter entirely.
She recalls Emet-Selch telling her of the loss of his son. Nothing could be worse than that. For months she has been praying that Travant would be pragmatic enough to preserve her daughter, and even if it seems he has turned her into an enemy of Leonster, that she is alive means more to Ethlyn than words could ever express.
But to lose home and family both....]
...just how much have you lost?
[It's a bleak question, and the asking is bleak as well. His son and his homeland both, and yet he still finds the strength to go on every day, making sardonic remarks.]
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She recalls Emet-Selch telling her of the loss of his son. Nothing could be worse than that. For months she has been praying that Travant would be pragmatic enough to preserve her daughter, and even if it seems he has turned her into an enemy of Leonster, that she is alive means more to Ethlyn than words could ever express.
But to lose home and family both....]
...just how much have you lost?
[It's a bleak question, and the asking is bleak as well. His son and his homeland both, and yet he still finds the strength to go on every day, making sardonic remarks.]