Listening to her sister speak made a soft frown twitch at the corner of Zinnia’s lips. She wished that Daff would have reached out to her because she would have come to stay with her so she’d feel a little safer or tried to coax her home until she was sleeping better. Cuddled her, slept closer to the door or the window, whichever her little sister would have preferred, hell, she would have put the wards up herself. But Daffy had always been independent, much more than she was, so it didn’t shock Zin that she didn’t reach out to anyone. But what’s done is done and there was absolutely nothing Zinnia could do to change that, so instead of voicing her concerns, she pursed his lips together, although her thoughts were written across her face.

She nodded. They’d all had their own first kisses, probably with boys Zinnia didn’t know the names of or hadn’t met before, although hers was nothing to write home about. She tilted her head curiously because Zin couldn’t recall Daff ever seeing someone else… she must have hidden it well, the question of how long and why she never mentioned him sat on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed the questions. Her sister needed someone to lean on, and hopefully she’d let Zinnia be that person now that she was opening up. “I’m glad that someone was there for you,” she whispered. She had no idea that Daffy struggled with sleeping and it broke her heart that she hadn’t ever seen it before

Zinnia leaned forward, her hands wrapping around the warm tea as her sister continued to explain her situation. She blew out it to help cool it down because she’d burnt her tongue one too many times on hot tea. It gave her time to digest what she was saying, although it sounded right on par for her sister to hurt herself when she didn’t mean to — it must run in the family, although the two of them hoarded the bulk of it. “Daffy… I’m so sorry. I know how it must feel, just wanting to leave when you felt you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. I’m sure they would both understand why you lashed out and wanted to leave.” Of course she didn’t ask if she had reached out already… but it was Daffy, and if her sister was good at one thing it was soothing situations. Her sister was the sweetest person she knew and it was so hard to stay mad at her.

Zinnia gently nudged her sister’s foot with her own when she saw the tears prick at the corner of her eyes. “He’ll come around,” Zinnia said as she nodded, more to herself than to Daffy. “It’s only been a couple days, and maybe he’s busy, or working up a big gesture to prove to you that he forgives you.” She sighed softly. A big gesture sounded so romantic and of course she believed in being swept off her feet. Daffy deserved the same kind of love. “And if he doesn’t, a good old sticky charm to root you two to the floor until it’s resolved sounds just like the perfect solution.” Zinnia might not have a single prankster bone in her tiny body, but she would pull out some spells as long as it helped her family. It was either that or threaten Mr. Grimstone herself to stop breaking her sister’s heart, although Zin doubted that would go over well with… either of them.

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