( there's a pause where she might dispute the term-- a breath drawn to do so-- and she does not. there is a wall, between herself and her brother and his people. it is a wall that she and nuada have built between them, and it won't come down if she keeps adding stones. )

I am well, and I believe that in time, so too will be his grace.

( this is not a belief based on anything. she just does. )

Still-- yes. My father knew of such things; what of their nature I have is his doing, but too small in scope. ( and unnecessary? no; that rock can stay. )