the cat dragged in

What wish? She blinked at him, confounded. She was exhausted; the witch did not try to translate as she normally might, to look for other meanings, or even to presume he meant her own death. That she vainly could not believe. Not when she had survived so much.

Where had the storm pushed her to? "Toward the ocean," she huffed. Her furs looked seaswept, and the whole of her was. The ocean did not suit her as the forest did... but she recalled the amount of dead it swept on its shores. The place was survivable. And she had kept along the shoreline until at last she discovered her proximity to this place, her would-be home—

Her sister was alive? Burning eyes blinked again. "What?" Had her sister been stolen by the storm? The thought did not occur to her. But why would she not wish to return...?