Phoenix Maplewood krasha

heda sniffled but got herself under control. yet druid's words dredged up another sweep of tears. "wherever i go," she repeated fiercely, putting her forehead against that of her sister. "i love you too."
god, why did this have to hurt so much?
"i'm uh, i'll come by. to talk to mahler and mom myself." druid didn't need to handle that part; heda wasn't about to sayonara and dip over this.
she looked at her sister's beloved jet and green eyes. "it won't be too long before bracelet's awake," she went on. "maybe she'll have little bracelets."