"Well yes of course you saw. You can see a seagull riding across the waves on a cloudy day." Bethany couldn't help the quiet tease, taking up a wooden spoon to dip into the stew. It was rather like Gamlin's cooking, if she didn't think about what was in it she would be just fine.

At his question, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. She appreciated Nathaniel's protection of her -- it was justified. She had also been bitter when she had been been brought into the Wardens, her life cut short by how many years. Yet as time passed, as she focused more on the mission and in turn, was able to connect with both her sister and brother again, she had found that she could forgive and appreciate what her sister had done to save her.

Beyond that, her brothers and sisters in the Wardens looked out for one another. They showed that in sacrifice, they did not truly stand alone, even to the last. Which was why Clariel's actions were so ... strange. And frightening.

"I'm worried, Nathaniel." She murmured, staring down at her bowl. "I keep thinking of all those who didn't leave when we did. All those who did, but we haven't heard from. What is happening?" She paused, then sighed, "And I'm worried about my sister and brother. What is happening with the Rifts probably has them both swept up by now."
"I'm worried."