<div style="text-align: justify;">“I might leave your hearth, but I will not leave the camp.” Ayshia said, and her tone was quite decisive, as if her husband would have no other choice but to join her there. Ayshia was quite sure she would not let the man take her away from her father, but then again, perhaps her father would follow her if her husband’s status prevented him from leaving his camp. Still, so far she had no prospects and she wasn’t all that eager to get married anyway. It would wait another summer or two before it happened and she had no issue with it.<br/><br/>“I’m not saying you might meet someone to replace my mother. I’m thinking new friends might not hurt, you know, people that don’t remind you of her each time you meet with them.” Ayshia muttered. She wasn’t trying to play matchmaker, she was trying to find a way for her father  to find something to do or people to hang out with without being reminded of Rayna at each turn.<br/><br/>“I just want you to be happy, to be smiling like you used to and laugh too.” Ayshia said, and she snuggled up against the man some more as if she wanted to curl up against him just like she could do when she was much smaller. “What are your plans for the day?” She asked to change the subject. If she wanted her father to move on, constantly hammering on the topic would certainly not help. Talking about something else might take both of their mind off the death of a mother and a wife.<br/><br/></div>