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It has been some time since she has entered the dungeons. She had entered during her childhood, content that no one occupied any cells. Now there are many. But there is one cell in particular that she desires to visit. The groans of others mixed with the echoes of the click of her heeled boots. Ironrath is her’s once more. A Forrester sits in the Lord’s chair and the scraps of Whitehill banners littered the courtyard outside. He has only seen her once before like this as she commanded those who had joined her cause to arrest him. Talia is a woman grown now. Her frame has grown taller and her womanly curves have developed. Her eyes are hard as they look upon Gryff yet her lips upturn in a smirk that is enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. 

Possibly! There’s always that, or...

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Something has always struck a chord with Talia seeing the Whitehills. She attempts to be nonjudgmental but how can she not when she has been spewed curses about their family throughout her short life? Still, they must be civil. The older boy in front of her is not someone she can consider handsome. Still, she is only a child of eight years. How can she determine who is handsome? Perhaps she knows the feeling of when she sees the Stark boys and Gared, and how it lacks looking upon Gryff. 

Mother says to be kind, Talia reminds herself, although each story and rumor told to her repeats themselves louder each time. She clutches the expensive cloth that was placed in her hand moments before. The boy has no time for needlework. This must be a gift from his sister, although she is too busy speaking with Asher to notice it has been swiped. 

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He hated everything about this. He hated being under a roof– so confined by walls and unable to see the sky save for glimpses out a window, messing with his internal clock that made even an hour stretch on forever… Though, the boredom was worse and also a likely culprit for the seemingly endless flow of time. He hated not being able to move on. Staying in one place was so against everything he had done, and continues to do, in his life. Movement was life, and coin, and staying inside this room while he was sick bothered him– he had been far sicker before and still continued his travels…Then, of course, was Gryff’s seemingly worried behaviour over his health. Such a thing was odd– nearly unnatural in both the way the Whitehill tended to behave and that Raleigh was simply not used to anyone other than his hounds worrying about his well being. 

So, having the younger man push him back into bed as if standing was going to be the death of the witch, earned the blond a loud ‘huff’ from the lips that pursed into an expression edging dangerously towards a pout.

“My lord,” he began, trying to keep a wheeze from following as he took a breath– that would just confirm whatever worry Gryff had that had him keeping him indoors. “I am well enough–” Whatever further protest was coming from the usual grinning witch was cut off by a sneeze.

The words take her by surprise. It has been a long time since such gentle words have been shared between brother and sister. Too long have they argued, pointing the blame at each other, turning against each other, when it is now, when their family lies in tatters, that they must rely on each the most.

“We are family, Gryff.” She is careful to keep the tone light, not daring to provoke him, lest this moment give way to another heated spat. “Whether you care to admit it or not, you will always need me, and I will always need you.”

“You know that is not true though.“

There is no usual bite or spite in his words & that’s been so for a while now. Following the battle, the funeral of their father, Gryff seemed a fair bit quieter than usual (save for moments, when someone was foolish enough to mention the Forrester name in his presence). The grim & somber air, that’s been reigning over Highpoint ever since, seems to have been affecting him more, than anyone else. Even now, his voice sounds devoid of any strong emotion & gaze - directed a little sideways from Gwyn, as if he is avoiding looking her in the eyes, while still addressing the words to his sister.