Kit was confused by the entire story.
Many days ago, back at home, she had officially become Ashe's apprentice. She even had moved in with him.
It was during her lessons, and in the evening hours as they sipped tea and talked, that she had an epiphany. She had realized how self-absorbed she had become while fleeing from tragedy. And while it was a necessity to be selfish and think only for herself as she escaped Leech, Drakyr and his minions in every turn she made, it wasn't after she had found Threshold. Now she had to think of the friends and family again, like she did back in Mandin before all this had occurred. By talking to Ashe, she also realized she wasn't the only person in the world that the Gods had put to the trials of fire. She wasn't the only person with pain in her heart and painful memories of sorrow and despair.
Ashe through his actions and his words, instilled within Kit a new purpose in life. Instead of fleeing from her past, she had turned to face the evil chasing it. And to protect those innocents who, like her three years ago, had been swept up by a wave of injustice as it came to her. And now, as she had listened to Duchess Nicola, she realized she needed to quickly catch up to world events, if she was going to be of any help at all.
As Nicola had sipped her coffee, she patiently waited for Kit to sort out her thoughts.
'How like Ashe she is', Kit thought to Jordan.
'True enough. I think he would find breakfast with her most pleasing.' Jordan replied. Kit enjoyed Jordan's comfort in the Keep, her little sand-dollar shaped sister felt totally secure here.
"I will do anything for my new[/i] home of Threshold," Kit replied, absent-mindedly opening an invitation to question to her past.
"Where is this Temple of the Valiant?" she asked.