Noctisardor Bypass sankrola

when had druid learned to speak to that place inside her? had she always? heda gave her sister a long and level look, and in it something smoothed, relaxed. 
it curdled a moment longer when druid pointed out her second thing; heda stuttered in her goodwill, still grappling with the resentment which had took hold of her for a small but choking time.
druid didn't deserve it.
"do you want to use our old rendezvous when they're ready?" she asked softly, watching the moon fall across the marks that glaukos had left on her sister's face. ones she'd invited, according to him.
maybe she should just be grateful they were apart now.