"...I guess."

"Your sister looks to you for direction. It is your responsibility to guide her well. You need to think before sending her out, about dangers, about consequences, about what tools or resources you have to help her. To know what you're getting her into."

"She came back this time. But you will not always be so lucky."

"...I know."

"I'm saying this because you need to hear it, not to make you feel bad. We love you, and we don't want you to make a mistake you'll regret."

Her face scrunches up. "I know."

"All right. Now, your mama and I thing it best if you spend some time with her, learning the sort of things Samira's been."

Slow nod. "Where will Samira be?"

"Samira will be with me for a little while."

She glances at her twin. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

"'Kay." To her mom: "I'm gonna still get to learn sorcery though, right?"

"We'll see about continuing those lessons afterwards."

Pout. "That's not fair."

"Here is another type of lesson, then: few things in life are fair and sometimes, the unfairness is a consequence of your own actions."

Hrmph. "I guess."

"Believe it, young lady."

Siiiiigh.

Elathea claps her hands together.

"That's all the serious business for now, though. The two of you are released."

Nod.

Hugs?

Hugs.

Hugs!

"I'm sorry I almost got Samira hurt."

Pet. "Fortunately, you have a chance to learn, now," she says, gently. "Just like tumbling off a branch."

Smile. "Don't do that much anymore."

Poke. "You took a tumble two days ago, love."