[Thinlómien]

The "ghost" turned out to be a frightened girl. Brith sighed, both relieved and disappointed.

She heard when the frightened girl presented herself Mirelle and the boy presented himself as Tim and the other girl as his sister Wren. Just normal, ordinary, boring life, Brith thought. But I don't have even that left, she thought despite the fact she knew she was melodramatic and started to sob again.

But after a bit of familiar conversation she heard a girl crying on the loft. She wiped away her own tears. One crying female is enough for one house, she thought. And though she was a bit drunk she understood that she was old enough to cope with her problems without crying. And the girl was probably younger than she was.

Brith decided that she should help. She walked carefully to the other end of the building. "Can I help?" she asked as she emerged from the shadows. Her eyes red from weeping and cloudy from drinking, she knew she wasn't very impressive. Even worse, she hiccuped.