Alcyone had been quite subdued by the news. Celeste had been a mere year younger than her. They had held some things in common. Alcyone couldn't imagine how the surviving Miss Benet must feel. To have been with someone since even before birth and to suddenly be bereft of them? The twelve year old couldn't quite comprehend it, the main loss she had known in life occuring when she was four.

Alcyone had heard that Miss Benet was in the hospital wing and decided to go see her. Surely she was in need of a friend even if Alcyone had no idea how to do that. It was odd to see Miss Benet without the other one - to know that from now on, there would be no more wondering which Miss Benet one was speaking to. "I thought you might like some company," she explained as she sat in a nearby chair.