Cassiopeia's View And I'm still so blue,

Morwenna felt Gjalla’s words settle into her, a powerful balm against wounds she’d tried to bury. As the strength in her sister’s voice threaded itself through her like a lifeline, Morwenna’s eyes grew wet. Her own heart clung to Gjalla’s gaze, unable to hide the depth of her relief and sorrow.

Sepār ao gīda daor se visshagon iksis aōhon, she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned into the warmth of Gjalla’s forehead against her own. A tear slipped down her cheek, unbidden, and she couldn’t hold back the raw tremor of her voice. Ao istan ūja hen sepār, taoba.

The intensity of her gratitude, layered with the ache of lost time, overwhelmed her; she swallowed down the knot in her throat, breathing in the comfort of her sister’s scent as if to replace all the days she had been gone.