It felt natural, this silent acceptance, the way he guided her over to the garden with a wave of a hand, she could feel him just behind her as theymade their way down the path. Out of the shade sunshine hit her face, warm and calm against her salt stained cheeks, the moment she felt the soft caress of its rays her eyes closed and she stopped moving. She breathed in deeply, steadying herself, calming herself. The sun, the soft breeze, it was a constant, a reassurance that no matter what happened it would always remain, guide her, comfort her.

Alvin's voice brought her back to her surroundings and Sisse's eyes fluttered open to take in the garden. "It's beautiful." She told him. And it was - in its own way. It reminded her of the Bixbys, of action stilled, a sketch of a moment, a stunning spell.

The tree before her made her smile as she saw Alvin's sketchbooks under it. "What are you sketching?" She asked as she wandered toward it. The words, the curiosity, the most normal she had felt since receiving Mr. Bixby's letter only a few hours ago.