"I guess I don't need to give you the brotherly talk about all the things I'll do to you if you hurt my sister, then," Briar teases, seeing how smitten Harry is. "I'm very creative."

Tris turns to warn him over a shoulder, with a sharp grin, "Lay a hand on him and you'll find out how creative I am."

Daja and Sandry are waiting in the doorway to the inn, Daja with a bundle of clothes in hand, Sandry reaching out to hug Tris. "How long were you gone this time?" she asks as she pulls away, her gaze turning to the two newcomers.

"About six months. Daja, Sandry, this is Harry and Silna."