Jote rarely strayed from her Wood, Fran was ever-rootless...and Mjrn had found somewhere in-between. A fitting fate for the sister, perhaps. That question made her smile, a bit self-conscious but genuine. "Aye, that I am. That has not changed, nor do I anticipate such. And with Chit and Mistral, our household is complete." Kain's dragon's hatchling had occupied so much of her time in the past year, but she regretted none of it. After caring for her, the dragon is as her own child.