Once they have their food, and have sat down in one of the alcoves, it starts up again. "Kelyn," her mother begins, "if you don't want to collaborate with anyone here -" "It's not that I don't want to, just that I'm not ready yet." Kelyn focusses on chewing. "Well then, how about going to Lethey? They're famous for their metalwork. You could learn a lot. You can travel with the caravan." Kelyn stares at her mother, dinner forgotten. "You want me to go away?"