"Yes," Helena agrees, although her brow is furrowed, and she chews on her lip out of concern for her sestra, head tilted so she can use Sarah's shoulder as a pillow and cuddle closer. She must think of a way to fix it, to undo it. Keep her sestra safe.

"I am glad we are together." They way they should be. She had thought Sarah might turn away, even after they woke up.