It was a lot, she realized. The version of her that he'd known had been an only child, with just guardians to contend with. Now it was several older brothers, an overprotective mother and her father, who was probably the most harmless of them all.

His question about the accident had her thinking back to the evidence she'd gathered in case he'd needed more convincing. She pulled a copy of the paper that her mother had kept, detailing the accident from the side table. Sloane still didn't remember much of that day and it was probably for the better. She handed over the Prophet for him to look at. "I was flying over the lake." So it had been a riding accident, but like he'd surmised, not on a horse, though she had come to love that sort of riding too. It felt a little safer than flying right now. She missed it, but wasn't brave enough yet to give it another go.