Suc'asaw'earmemm shifts guiltily, leaning against Coth'eraw'rema for a second.

"I want to go home," she says at last, plaintively.

Wrema is quick to take her hand, patting the back of it consolingly.

"Hera will get us there. It will be okay."

Then she turns to look at Hera, trying hard not to be afraid, but not quite managing to sell it.

"Right?"