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The child looked like no one in their family, but his eyes were Arlette, and his energy reminded Merrit of who she had been, when they had been children, before the world had done what it would with them.

For the first time he thought it strange, that he had been so drawn to Keen as a child. She had always been needier, and in her he had found someone to protect. Arlette had always been a constant, and so much more an equal. His sister’s easy answer curved a smile on his lips.

“I am Merrit, Arlette’s brother,” he said to the boy, and with a try for something playful, added, “which might make me your uncle, depending on who you are.”

He did not presume this child to be his nephew - but he desperately hoped this boy was one of those his sister now confirmed. Her words were gentle, despite the accusation, and his face no doubt grew troubled. “I know,” he said softly, “I should have come, but…” and his eyes settled on Thyme, alive, and very well.

He dropped his gaze. Took a breath. Losing him was no longer a risk.

“Arlette…” he said and prayed for words he could not speak before - but whatever her relationship with mother and Greyback had become, his sister deserved to know, “something happened.”

And hazel eyes searched for hers.