Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

"Always," She droned, with a sage nod. Moss knew she'd been fortunate to have a sister who had been a true, good-natured doctor. She acted only in the interest of others, and always put the needs of others ahead of herself. Moss still struggled to do the same, but for the first time, she felt as though perhaps she was finally living up to her sister's standards. It was easy to do, with Reverie. She wasn't a man, and she was only a bit ridiculous- in a good way. 

Her gaze drifted away, allowing them both a moment to grieve without pressure. She blinked slowly at the mention of Rose's name, savoring a taste of what could have been. She exhaled a soft, short breath at Reverie's conclusion, and nodded. "Rose and Ruby." She said. She hadn't spoken her sister's name out loud in too long, and suddenly felt somewhat ashamed. She owed it to Ruby to remember her, and share her memory with others. 

A funny thought occurred to her. "Rose, Reverie, Ruby and...Moss." She said, and drew in a breath. She didn't exactly smile- but faint amusement played in the corners of her eyes. "Sounds like...Some kind of poem."