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Farewell. Chapter Twenty Five.

"We're going?" Cynthia gawked at Asher like he'd grown a second head, his words hardly registering with the Glover girl as the lingering moment drew out, "Where do you think we will go?" She asked immediately, once she'd realised that there was hardly anywhere to go from where they were now. It was suddenly as though the events of the morning, the events of the night before, had all crumbled out of existence, and suddenly Asher was mature enough to make a wise decision, one that Cynthia so wished to question and argue against. She didn't wish to leave the camp, not yet anyway; she'd barely had the chance to say two words to her sister, the only living family she had left, and now Asher was going to drag her away before she'd been able to actually build a relationship with the woman she was related to. "We have to." Asher stated bluntly, not looking directly at the short, blond girl. "Why?" Cynthia barely gave Asher time to finish his first answer before she was hurling more questions at him, interrogating his motive. "There is no help waiting for us here, Cyn. If we intend on getting home before the Whitehills strike then we must keep moving, looking for whatever amount of men we can gather to take home to Rodrik, you know that." Asher replied, his stern voice sounding so alike his father that it almost scared Cynthia; almost. "We need to stop wasting time and start moving before we are too late." Asher said with a grim expression consuming his furrowed brow, and hollowing his eyes so that he gazed off into nothing rather than focusing like he had been so far.

"Asher's right; we can find Sellswords in Meereen who would be willing to work for the coin Daenerys has given to us as payment, but we best go soon." Beskha piped up, though judging by the look in her eyes she did not wish to venture into Meereen again so soon, after all the city brought back horrid memories for her that almost jeopardised Asher's mission. Cynthia didn't pay much attention to Beskha, still finding it hard to like such a woman, but knew that they did have to leave before the Sellswords became out of control and unwilling to work; she was simply being selfish in not wanting to go so soon, even if it were for the best. Asher sighed, his hands still placed firmly on his hips and a small smile stretching his unshaven cheeks, "Cyn, I know why you want to stay but you understand why we must leave now, don't you?" Asher stepped closer, speaking softly so that Beskha did not hear all of what they were discussing, for obvious reasons. The brutish woman had been very vocal about her opinion on the Mother of Dragons, in Cynthia's company and out of it, and if she were to know of Cynthia's relation to the Queen, the Glover girl would never hear the end of the torment. "Yes, Asher, I do. You are right, we must leave as soon as we can, just, let me say goodbye first?" Raina whispered back, looking deeply into Asher's eyes and being reminded of moments they'd shared throughout their lives - more recent ones seeming to populate Cynthia's thoughts - some of which being probably too intimate than was proper for a ward and an adopted brother. Because that was what they were, brother and sister by law, and no matter how weird it was Cynthia couldn't help her love for the exiled son, and tried hard not to think of their official relationship.

Asher smiled at her, his eyes glistening in the Eastern sunlight that rained down upon them from the Amber sky, from which she already knew the answer to her previous request. "Go on then." He chuckled, tapping her side and letting her know that her departing was for good reason and that he had no problem with her doing so.

Without a moment to lose, Cynthia followed Asher's orders and began to walk in the specific tent's direction, knowing that that was where her sister resided. Daenerys wasn't the perfect sister, but then this had been the first time the two girls had met in all their years, and it was no surprise that there would be some friction in their relationship; even still, Cynthia wished to bid her only relative a farewell before heading home, it was the least she could do seeings as Daenerys had given Asher a chance to gain her help on account of her new found family, to which Cynthia owed the Queen a great deal, the least of which she could repay with a farewell.