"Don't go if you don't want to!" Orien says, exasperated. "Wanting or not wanting makes no difference," Tiero insists. "I have to go." "That doesn't make sense! Tiero, you should stand up for yourself!" Tiero glares at her. "What, like you stand up to your uncle?" "That's different! He's family!" "Exactly!" "What?" Orien blinks, the wind taken out of her sails, and that's when she spots the traveller, walking towards them from the edge of the plateau. Had he been close enough to hear them?