Sappho smiled and nodded. "Military man. Good choice. They'd be loyal."
Ghia nodded in return and searched for a change of subject. Anything to get out of this spiralling lie of doom. "That woman who took my plate -- was that your daughter?"
Sadness crossed Sappho's face before she answered. "Aye. That'd be Laurel, me youngest." She grimaced slightly before continuing. "She'd not been the same since Isidora died."
"Isidora?" Ghia asked, damning her curiosity for prodding what was most likely an old wound. Why can't I learn when to shut up?
Sappho frowned and sighed. "Me eldest. Died in the Battle o' Voco, in 'fifteen. Laurel loved 'er a great deal -- Tyvian, everyone did. She'd been Harbourtown's Sweetheart. But...Laurel never really healed. 'S been five years and most 'ave found some
