( Whatever work they all have ahead of them, it's work that must be done by everyone -- there is no one pair of shoulders for them to rest on this time, no matter how Clive might fight to bear the weight of them all. No, with the new world they want they have to reach for each other's hands and work together. Gone is his part to play, and thank the Founder for that, Jill thinks.

Now, perhaps, they can finally rest.

Her own return smile is soft and kind, finally relaxed from the tight line of yesterday. Sadness still lingers around her eyes, the grief for their lost still heavy in her heart, but now is the time to honor their memory by living. )

I can barely remember it before the war between the Dutchy and the North. But while it was always bitingly cold, there was a warmth there, amongst family.