Daff was struggling more than she would care to ever admit. She had done what she thought she could, got back into her own space, back into a rhythm with work and starting to think about Dahlia's wedding flowers, but something, someone was missing and it left an ache in her chest that left her breathless.

After gathering up enough courage to go to Elias' workshop yesterday, only to be met with defeat, left her in limbo. Miss Fawcett had been kind enough to make sure Elias got the flowers and to let him know Daff had stopped by. That left the next move in his hands and now Daffy didn't know what to do with herself. Having tea with Miss Fawcett had left her with a lot to think about. Mostly it made her realize she may actually need help. Or at least someone to talk to. She hadn't been able to write a letter, hadn't been able to talk to Elias and this was going to bubble over and wreck her if she didn't get it off her chest soon.

It had come down to very careful consideration of which sister to ask about this. Calla was too young; Dahlia too happy; she doubted Thistle would be able to sympathize, not for lack of trying; Senna had her own life and Ama had taken care of Daffy's medical problems a little too often lately. That left Zinnia. Zin who might be able to at least understand where she was coming from at any rate.

So Daff had invited her older sister to come over this evening to spend some time. Nervous for absolutely no reason, other than she was about to divulge secrets that she hadn't quite told anyone about yet, she had tea and dessert out and was anxiously awaiting her sister's arrival through the floo.