Didn’t stop the kindly insistence that they should leave town. It seemed the goodwill they had built up over the years was good for only a minor indulgence of patience before fear got the better of reason and they simply had to go. And so it was Shortbeak found herself, quite disbelieving one might note, forced to wander by necessity, from town to town, with her sick sister, taking what work she could find and spending whatever coin she could gather to help Amelia. Sometimes griffons would find out and they had to move on. Other times they would be living somewhere that was just not safe nor healthy to remain in, and other times there simply was no work for one such as her, no matter how menial. As Amelia’s condition grew harder to hide, she soon took to carrying her everywhere in a carriage, on a litter made from bed clothes and linen.