Lorelie sits on the porch of the inn, one of Jaydell's favorite places. After a moment she speaks.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do. I have things to do back home."
She tilts her head, a small breeze blowing out her long violet hair.
"I will try not to tell all your friends about your past, but it is hard. I know I should forgive you. I can not. I hope that you can settle what you did back home to my sister. I hope she has more mercy on you than I ever did. With that terrible death Renna served you, I hope you can rest. I hope you can leave me be. It is forbidden to leave your body somewhere besides Rien, so I could not bury you here. I'm sorry. Be at peace, Jaydell."
Lorelie sets a small book, a sketcher, beneath the steps. Jaydell had never gone anywhere without it. It is close to having her body laid near this place as Lorelie can provide. She stands and walks back inside with a feeling of peace.