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Tris knows without being told that Briar doesn't mind picking up more languages, so he doesn't even bother answering that bit. To Harry, he says, "Sea creatures, huh? Good thing Tris likes the ocean. Did she ever admit that she once tried to stop the tide, just to see if she could?"

She warns her sisters silently that they're coming. Daja, Sandry? Will one of you arrange a private room for us for the afternoon? I have guests, and one of them is a little overwhelmed. I don't want her having to deal with an entire common room full of people. She knows that if she leaves her mind open, both of her sisters will take a quick look, note Silna clinging to her hand and Briar and Harry's voices behind them, and take care of things.

"Are you hungry?" she asks Silna. Sandry will fuss, might as well let her fuss in a productive direction if Silna wants anything to eat. There's also making some warmer weather clothes to keep Sandry occupied, but that can wait until they've settled in and Sandry has had a chance to take measurements.

Hungry. She's been hungry for so long that she almost doesn't notice it anymore, but now that Tris mentions it, yes. She can smell food, qablunaat food, but far better than anything that Harry—bless him for trying—was ever able to provide aboard Erebus. She nods.

Meanwhile, Harry chuckles at Briar's comment. "She has alluded to it," he says, but his smile goes a little worried as he glances at Silna; he can see how tightly she's hanging on to Tris's hand. He trusts, however, that Tris knows what she's about, and is about to arrange matters accordingly if she hasn't already done so.

Sandry, see about something for Silna and Harry to eat, please? Something simple. She'll need something to wear in the warm weather too, but it can wait until after she's settled in. Daja, if she's too hot we might want to borrow some of your clothes. I don't think she's used to skirts, and mine wouldn't fit right anyway. It's strange, keeping a running conversation in her head simultaneous to the one she's having in person. It's been so long since she and her siblings let each other on a regular basis. But it's good to have that back.

"My sisters will get us something to eat," she promises Silna. "You're safe here."

"They'll be fine," Briar tells Harry. "Tris is better with people who are scared than she is with people in general, as long as they aren't scared of her. You probably noticed that already."

Silna smiles at the reassurance, and some of the anxiety falls away from her expression and posture, though she is also obviously starting to swelter in her sealskin clothing—suitable for a Nunavut summer, but much too warm for this climate. She follows Tris's lead while at the same time looking around at her strange new surroundings, taking everything in.

Harry never quite stops watching the women, even as he continues to talk with Briar. "Very early in our acquaintance," he says, "she had a somewhat unexpected look at ... at how troubled I was at the time." His gaze at Tris shows how much he still values her kindness then. "She did not turn away and she was the soul of kindness, and I think I must have begun to love her a little even then."

"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."

Harry has to laugh at Briar's not-a-shovel-comment. "Believe me, there's no danger of Tris coming to harm from me. And if there was, you would have to join an orderly queue of others who would be out for my blood as well."

He greets Daja and Sandry with a little bow and a handshake, and as he's saying how pleased he is to meet them properly at last, Silna smiles anxiously and eyes the clothes in Daja's bundle. She remembers what Tris told her about this woman, and perhaps that's part of the reason why she likes her immediately—but there's also just something about her presence, her air of competence, that Silna finds instantly reassuring.

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