Sanria sat under the tree in her garden with Orn in her arms. The baby squirmed and she finally put him down. He wrinkled his nose at the sensation of grass on his legs and as he swatted the grass, Sanria began to cry. The argument she had just finished with Colin was the worst they'd ever had. All she wanted was for him to let her take Orn with her back to Velentham's home. Colin wouldn't hear of it.
Every accusation that Sanria could think to hurl, she did. Bringing up his infidelity, his other family, his selfishness - but the truth was that by the time she threw him out of the house and retreated to the garden - she already felt terrible. Colin was a good father, a devoted father. He may have cheated on her and gotten another woman pregnant, but wasn't it all Sanria had wanted? For Co- lin to move on to someone else and leave her free?
Sanria let out a long sigh. She knew that Colin had no where to go. She knew, too, that he had just had a hell of an experience when he sought out Throm. Her rational mind seemed to speak to her - the cavern was the only home the man had. She wiped her face and lifted Orn to her arms as she stood. She called out to Colin and invited him back.
They passed the rest day speaking very little about the vicious argument over who would parent Orn. Only once the baby was finally in bed did Sanria and Colin talk. The death of their second child finally seemed to hit Sanria, and Colin held her as she cried. They talked about their misfortune, and prospect of being alone after years of always having someone. The conversation rounded once again to Sanria wanting to take Orn away, but this time there wasn't an argument. In fact, as the night turned into morning, they had become friends again the best way they knew how.
