It felt like betrayal, finding joy even in little things when Willow was in danger.

The smile on his face said, pure and simple, those honey cakes came with a price. And his price was answers.

Imagine: you could say nothing, do nothing, eat nothing, touch nothing, love nothing without the other knowing.

The knowledge of death seemed present in both sisters—it was something about the way they carried themselves, something that had broken too soon and had not mended, marking them in spite of their lightheartedness.

No matter what, they always had each other. How did people get through life without sisters?

Oh, my love,' she said. 'What do the only children do?'

'We'll never have to know.