Kelyn is in her little workshop, trying to work out how many of her tools she can fit in her chest, when her mother finds her. "So you're leaving then?" Kelyn looks up to see her in the entryway. "Don't you want me to go?" "You should do what suits you," her mother says, as Kelyn leaves the chest and comes closer. "But we'll miss you." Kelyn flushes, then scowls as her mother continues. "Let me help you pack, or you'll end up with all tools and no clothes." "Mum!"