"She went with Eleanor's aunt to Saint ... something-or-other." Anders had been a bit foggy on the details. "Right now she's okay, but she's still adjusting. I don't know how she'll be when it all starts to click into place for her. And all she could tell us about her family was that her parents were gone. I don't know if she even knew her last name."

He grimaced and brushed hair out of his face. "I hope she writes. I'll have to ask Eleanor to make sure she does."