Nadia met Esmae’s eyes, trembling and holding her ground. The Dawnshire femme’s next words shocked her. “Albinism is a clear trait of Tarben, you stuck out like a sore thumb. I am sorry for your troubles, your heartache. Dawnshire would surely love to have you and your children when you bear them. Please take the time you need to find somewhere safe inland to make a den, have them, but please also seek King Kratos when you are well enough. He would likely wish to meet you and hear your story. You're the only who has sought refuge from Tarben’s hold, and after such a disaster of a war many hold hate in their hearts for your family roots. He'd for sure let you stay, but more than likely wish to make your presence known to the others so they don't see you as an intruder or a threat like I had originally. Don't cry for your past, your future has only begun. As will your childrens. Welcome to Dawnshire, Nadia.” Nadia gasped in relief.
“Esmae, thank you. I will find the king when I have settled in. I don’t know how to thank you.” Nadia grasped for words. “I’m very thankful to you. I’m not sure where I would’ve gone if not Dawnshire.” She blinked her tears away. “I’ll do my best not to startle anyone,” she added with a teary laugh.

“She tied you to a kitchen chair; she broke your throne and she cut your hair!”