Lys: Enough

Aithne was silent a moment, thinking it over. Finally, though, she nodded. "It is enough. A part of me is still reserved, but it is enough."

She entered the villa, and her eyes took a little while to adjust. But it was becoming familiar- the bustle and noise of people talking over one another while the food was put in place, then everyone taking seats- still talking.

For a moment, while still sun-blinded, she could imagine herself home. For a moment she thought her eyes would adjust to see her father sitting by the fire, tuning his harp.

But only a moment. Then it was gone, and she was back in Britania, in a villa, not a hall.