[Cynthia]

While Dan'yar's report on the fire concerned her, what really occupied 
Cynthia's thoughts was the view of Brisse fleeing Dan'yar as Cynthia had 
stepped out of her office.

It wasn't warren business, but the image stuck with her.  It was the last 
thing she saw as she fell asleep, and the first that came to mind when she 
woke up.

He was sitting at a table, eyes roving the room, at breakfast.  She walked 
up, nodding to his twin daughters.

"Dan'yar, can I speak to you a moment?"

"Sure," he said.  "I was going to be at your office right after breakfast, 
though."

"This is something personal."

He nodded gravely and stood.  They stepped out of the dining room and into 
a storage cave where she shut the door behind her.

"Dan'yar, there's no way for me to beat around the bush, so let me just say 
it flat-out.  I think Brisse needs some space.  She's only fifteen.  She's 
just been kidnapped and raped.  She's young and she's confused and I think 
you're making it worse."

"But--"

"No, Dan'yar.  No buts.  If she really loves you, she'll come to you when 
she's ready.  And if you really love her, you'll give her some time to get 
herself straightened out without pushing."

Respectfully submitted
 Lynette R. F. Cowper
  Writing for Cynthia and Syren

NRPG: I just couldn't see Cynthia sitting by and letting things go with 
this, Barb.  Take this anywhere you want, but I don't see her backing down.

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