She was busy penning a letter to send to them, the first she had sent in some time. The last she had sent was one Hearth’s Warming Eve when she had been spectacularly drunk and felt like venting. She had looked up as Handy started talking to the pendant, and a wide smile broke across her face. The look on his face! Occasionally the pendant would glow when she was looking through it, responding to her own reactions: shock, laughter, and the rest. She dearly wished he could hear her. The things she would say!