*Shuffling past her son's room, she spots the window open through the cracked door.* ...Capriccio?

*Peeks her head out the window.* What are you doing up so late, honey? Shouldn't you be resting for your travels tomorrow?

Of course, how could I forget? *Climbs through the window and seats herself next to her son.* I still don't understand that.

Yes, yes, I suppose there is some logic to that, honey.

...Something is troubling you, my darling. *Gently folds her wing around Capriccio.* What's wrong?

*Nods softly.* It has something to do with your encounter with the changelings, yes?

Well...do you think it would be best if you tried to tell me about it, honey?

*Stares in sadness, then smiles weakly.* I understand, Capriccio...maybe there will come a time when you can sort everything out.

I hope that at least you were able to relax while you were here with us. *Brightens up a little bit.*

*Lowers her head.* We're going to miss you, son...I just hope that you'll be okay when you go home.

*Hugs back.* I love you, honey.

Oh, don't worry. I'll have your father tip the bed over for you. He'll wake you up. *Smiles.* Good night, Capriccio.

*Shuffles back into her room and lays quietly next to Stradivarius.* ...

*Merely nods, not saying a word to her husband.*

*Rolls over and faces him, her eyes shimmering with unreleased tears.* I'm worried about our son, darling...

*Nods again, sniffling.*

So?

*Nods softly.* I hope you're right, darling. I don't want them to take our son from us...*A few tears fall free.*

You're right, darling...he'll be okay. *Kisses him then rolls over.*

*Waves back.* We'll miss you too, honey!