Yda… Papalymo… They've been involved there for a while then, haven't they…

[she misses them. She misses all of them, so badly- not badly enough to want them here, dealing with whatever disaster this world has at its core. She hugs her legs a little closer instead, listening.]

Wildlings? Those claimed by the forest…? Twelve be good… [her face sours at the mention of Garleans. Of course they were involved.]

What ritual was this?