There's nothing else here, she says, and Myr goes still on the instant as if expecting the words themselves to act a summons.

But there's no prickling of a spirit stepping through the weakened Veil, and nothing awful erupts into his vision to torment him. He lets his breath out slowly. "Well. That's a piece of relief. D'you--"

D'you mind another? he'd been about to ask, but that's not exactly a way of asking it that permits a no. And Nari deserves this kindness in Sina's shape, her own piece of hope and healing to carry forward--deserves it unruined and undisturbed. "Might I stay a little while with the two of you? At least until something does appear."

He'd been watching Sina the whole time he sorted through that in his head but looks over to Nari then with a smile soft and sad for that description. "She made me want to, you know, and I never thought she'd be a burden. Wherever she wanted to go or whatever she asked." And he'd had only a few months to know her. (He thinks of a year back, of snow and a shivering body and how much of his own heart has now been taken up by someone shaped by her love of Sina. Look after her, and how that had been repaid.

Thank you for sending me, cousin, he thinks to Sina's image. I hope you're sleeping well.)