"I miss who my brother was... i miss Usul, not Muad'dib, no matter how holy his words where." It was a rare moment of outward insight.

"It's a strange notion that I'm sure your accustom to by now, but married? You where only this big yesterday." Alia made a cradle of her arms and regarded it sadly. "Who where you to marry?" She continued on now, weary and overwhelmed. She prayed for spice, water, and sleep, Alia would have hoped for more, but knew that returning to the desert now was not possible.