Telya pulled a sheet off the large family crest that still hung over the mantle in the great hall and it fell to the ground slowly.  So much had happened over the last few months that left the young Don reflective now.  There was still a shroud of sadness that enveloped her and she had no desire to deny it.  Instead she felt the need to experience it.  Embrace it.  Along with all her other emotions this day was bringing her.

Teyla looked around and sighed.

So much that was needed to be done.  She could not allow herself to reside in the past.  She was here. Now.

She looked at her trusted hand, Yeet, and spoke firm in her resolve.  "Let's get to work!"