Albion, Eve, Opal and Freya were all at the tree lining of the forest. Souvee had walked these very same forests before and it was the quickest way to get to the Elven border rather than go all the way around on the regular path and routes. After seeing how strong Albion was, she at least knew he would be safe making it through the forest. But the thoughts of him at war never left. Alekia and Souvee were there standing and seeing Albion and all of them off.
Alekia: Be safe ok.
Souvee: Please.
Albion: Don't worry. I know I'm your son and doing that's going to be impossible. But I'll stay safe.
Albion smiled. He was always happy to see his parents worry about him. He wasn't happy he was making them worry, but he was happy they cared for him. Albion smiled also to try and reassure them, if at all possible.
Souvee: And… If you do see… her. If you see your grandmother. My… my mother. If she's even still alive. Can you tell her… that… I'm happy.
