She could have left. Risked the cold and gone but she didn’t. In her mind she played out all the different scenarios. The ones where she killed the matron and her family were the most unpleasant. That night she heard them; settle into their beds for sleep. She didn’t go to bed right away her mind was running wild with thoughts and grief. True to her training she did not cry but she did say a silent prayer to the fallen.<br/><br/>It wasn’t much longer before she too went to sleep. She didn’t sleep long before she heard someone at the door. She got up and moved toward the one she was in. At first she didn’t know where she was until she saw the unfamiliar room. Shaking it out of her mind she peaked out and watched as Jonas took the ‘paper’ from another. She watched silently as he read it over and noticed the change in his composure. It was completely different from the night before and it didn’t look good.<br/><br/>When Astrid came out she closed the door a bit more and just listened. So one of her sons had died and this brother was closer to him that the others. She didn’t have to be told but from the sound of Astrid’s voice she could hear it. When Jonas left she could swear she felt Astrid’s eyes on her door. Closing her own she opened it and walked out like the woman she was raised to be; respectful, warrior, daughter of the matron. “I am sorry for your lose and am glad to hear his death was not in vain.” She said without anger, without sarcasm; straight truth.