"Never, my silly man. You haven't wronged me." Iset smiles softly, her words gentle. "You had a right to grieve however you needed to. And I would be sad to lose your friendship for any reason."
Isetnofret herself has not visited the place where her son lies since the day she lost him. She has skirted the place, giving it a wide berth while drawing a bit of tainted comfort. Her boy was never far from her thoughts, and at times, she didn't want him far from her physical body.
He was so young, so little. She couldn't bear the thought that he was alone.
"Come.I will show you."
She nudges him gently, and then steps forward. She is taking him to a small copse of trees near the edge of the Dale. Iset had fled to it in terror when her pains began, for its safety and seclusion.
"I-I've chosen, you know." She says as they walk, Iset leading a bit. "I'm staying here, in the Dale. I told Ramiel I would like to join the army."
She finds she likes the thought of learning to defend herself and her home, those she cares for. Even after the loss she has experienced in this place, she has infinitely more to be thankful for. Her son will always be a hole in heart, but she feels a faint hope being amongst the family she made for herself.
The black mare leads Weir single file into a small space ringed unevenly with trees. She waits for him to join her, their bodies almost certainly pressed together. Iset is grateful for Weir's presence. It relieves by a small amount the ache that is ever present in her soul.
"He was a miniature of you, Weir, colored red but with a snip of white on his nose. Perfect. Iset noses the ground mournfully. The scents of that day are long since washed away but she can picture the tiny form of their son lying near the blooming wisteria. "He looked peaceful, not troubled at all."
She paused, her eyes filling with tears. Iset felt she would never be through crying for her lost child.
"Hello little one. You are very loved." Iset whispers, her voice broken. She gives her companion a small sad smile. "You would have made a wonderful father to him, Weir."