Noctisardor Bypass talking to the moon

etienne was so quick to argue, always. it had been fine when he was doctoring she and ava, and fine after; she had wanted his advice. 
but in this moment, all she felt was — the downpour of condescension. she was panicking in her own mind, attempting with each second to bind herself together —
"i'll find her. she's my sister." he had family, a large one. all heda had was druid. the light which shone upon her face revealed an expression of finality.
she wanted to snap again, to tell him she'd done more child-rearing than anyone here and certainly didn't need to be lectured about how to tend them. or perhaps she might suggest he choose where his loyalties were, if they weren't to her.
heda, in mercy to herself, said none of these things because she recognized her rage as directed toward the impending new loss; "you're always welcome to travel back and forth." it was what her sister would have wanted. heda offered a single shattered look of apology, pulled away from etienne, and broke into a run which carried her to the rendezvous.