Naturally, Kiva had not been permitted to go alone, now whether she had actually invited Flannery was a matter of interpretation. Flannery preferred to remember the conversation as something along the lines of I'm going to Camhamanaich, followed by the perfectly reasonable assumption that this meant Flannery, you should come with me.

So she had.

The fiery girl had spent most of the journey ranging somewhere between Kiva's side and several lengths ahead, only to double back when something caught her attention. Which was often. She had even offered to help carry the supplies, once which only lasted a few minutes before she had forgotten she was supposed to be helping. 

Camhamanaich had been hers before Eastrenhold ever was, before Kiva had come along and through some bizarre sequence of events neither of them had planned, acquired herself one exceptionally loud, relentlessly curious shadow. Flannery had not exactly left Camhamanaich in any traditional sense, instead Kiva appeared and Flannery had followed. And somewhere along the way she'd decided that was where she lived now.

She rocked forward eagerly when Kiva called out though for once she seemed to remember enough manners not to barrel straight across the border without permission. Instead she planted herself beside the ambassador, vibrating with excitement as Kiva explained why they'd come. Do you dink dey'll remember me?

Flannery's shoulder bumped affectionately against Kiva's before she turned her attention eagerly toward the territory again, searching for any familiar face that might emerge to greet them.