[ The way Jon looks at her, the way he smiles only for her, melts Claire in a way that feels impossible to describe. She brings that happiness to his eyes, makes them squint a bit at the corners when he smiles at her. It's something she's quickly grown fond of doing, making that smile appear.

She likes listening to him always, especially talking about the good things he remembers, though that my brother fell from doesn't sound much like a happy memory. She files it away for later to ask about. She said she wanted to see everything, and she does, not just the good. ] Harvest is always an opportune time for gathering together. So many cultures around the world come together then, and many times it was the only opportunity they had to see one another the entire year.

[ Carefully, Claire moves herself so that she's sitting shoulder to shoulder with Jon, able to look at the cup with the same perspective he has. ]

I don't feel like it's a violent image, even with the bow. I suppose it could be something along the lines of a general hunt, but not war, I agree with you. If there were centaurs and they were linked to the wolves, I'm hoping to find my answer in Luna. There's another bookkeeper I'll try tomorrow.

[ Her last opportunity before Nocwich closes, and she takes what she's found to the council. ]