The thread came hard on Rosemary, who stepped back, watching her son leave with a harsh treat that he should not be followed. There was no invitations or warm welcomes here, but that was what she should have expected. Last time had been no different, though it seemed he was more enraged with time, especially with company about. It seemed she had planned this poorly, and what she thought would be a soft way to bring her appearance out to Sly by bringing friends, he seemed uncaring to any of them. What was worse, she was concerned about news of a fledgling, and so it seemed were the others. Still, when asked, she shook her head. No. She would not be the type of mother who told others that he son was cruel. He wasn’t. She couldn’t believe that she would create a child that in the end would kill a fledgling. “No. I must be mistaken. There would be no way. I’m sorry for worrying you.” She preened herself before turning about. “We’re not wanted here, and we should go. I thank you all for leading me here. At least I know the place. Maybe we should all meet again sometime. You have all been very sweet to a old Sentinel like me. I would like to return the favor. I wouldn’t even mind giving you two a dye job on the house. I may be aged, but I am still very good. I would love to work on such handsome fellows, and if you could, pass that on to the lovely female that was here before. She also deserves thanks, and seems to be very angry now.”