I wonder if mother even cares. She might be somewhat upset that I won't be marrying whoever it is that she has chosen for me. I've not heard anything but, of course, she hasn't known where I was. Now, I suppose she thinks that I am quite dead, that everything has been taken from me - she didn't have my ring, but dear Byerly held on to that for me.
I thought I might die, you know. We were kidnapped, in a sense, and taken away all our possessions. It felt as though I walked for a thousand years, but it wasn't nearly as long.
Are you upset? Do you miss me? Was there a funeral?
Perhaps. I wonder if mother will even come to find me or my remains - or possessions since I am sure that no such thing was promised. Perhaps you might ward her away; perhaps you might tell her it is foolish. Or, perhaps, you will come. You will come here and see me alive and well and flourishing in this organisation, in Riftwatch, and you will celebrate me. Finally.
I am just getting angry. I'll end this now; there's no point at all.
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After her 'death'.