Nothing that lives remains the same and Sicarra is no exception. There is much to reflect on, she had little Salin back. Her flesh and blood. The only good thing that came out of her 'marriage' as far as she is concerned. It is a joyful thing to hold her child in her arms. In this, she has learned that there are good people in Middle-Earth. If you are willing to find them. The clan that she has now been accepted into is proof of that. No longer was she the 'Deaf girl' that no one wanted to talk to.
At this moment she realized that there was so much more she can do for others. When they are ready to accept her help and affection. And if they did not it would be their loss. For the first time in years, she saw her own heart. Her real heart. The pure heart that she thought she lost so long ago.
She sits outside the inn with her daughter in her lap, her heart skipping a beat, as she feels the toddler's fingers wrapping around hers. Children are to be treasured and protected, no matter the circumstances of their birth. She believes this wholeheartedly. There is a sense of purpose that she did not have before. And she had Ryheric to thank, if she hadn't met him, she likely would have still been in Bree cowering, waiting for others to notice her, then recoiling once they did. She remembered how much of an outcast she felt in the North. She didn't know where their alley-cat bard is right now. But she had faith that he would return when it suited him.
Something told her though, that now, was a time for gratitude. When the time came to put Salin to bed. The Dunlending finds an empty table writing a brief note for Ryheric and leaving it with the 'oh so cheerful Maddoc' to give to the bard whenever he came to the inn next.
