"Oh, err, right. They're staying at someone else's house, tonight." She sighs a little. "It's been hard on everyone, and they're finding more comfort with their friends than their old mother." She blinks, at his comment, then shakes her head. "I saw the angel and the dragon, and overheard them talking, one night. It took me a while, but... you're him, aren't you?" she asks, holding up her holy symbol of the Archdragon. "I think I'm the only one who knows. If anyone else does, they're not letting on."<br/><br/><em>I'm sorry I snapped at you,</em>she replies, sounding somewhat apologetic.<em>I've had my hands full with the city, and The pressure's getting to me. It's not like hunting orcs. There, you at least have a chance to see the problems, and do something about them.</em>A beat.<em>Thank you.</em>