Tollia shrugged at Gar, humming an old nursery rhyme. She closed her eyes, her slender mare falling in line behind Florence's horse. She found herself singing softly, allowing herself to slip into her memories. Strong arms held her close, rocking her gently. "Hush little one, do not weep, safe in my arms you shall sleep. Hush little one, have no fear, by your side I shall always be near. Hush little one, still thy cry, down by your side I shall lie. Hush little one, sleep through the night, I shall conquer your fright. Hush little one, you have all my love, hush little one, hush my dove." She sighed and Gar road up beside her, reaching over to grip her hand and nearly falling from his saddle because of it. She smiled weakly at him, squeezing his hand tightly.