Just as the words left her another man brought Calla out of the building, one look at her younger sister's face and she knew she was furious. But she nodded at the man who had rescued her. She didn't need to be told to do the one thing she would do before all else, but it was nice to hear it nonetheless.

As both men went back into the shop Dahlia rushed forward and wrapped her arms tight around Calla. Only then did the relief hit her. She hugged Calla like the end of the world was coming, held her tight thanking Merlin, and God, and the men who had gotten them that she was okay. A moment later she felt Thistle's arms around both of them and she started shaking. Her eyes were fixed to the shop and she barely even realized she was repeating quietly, to herself, to her sisters, "She'll be alright. She'll be alright." Like the mantra could make something true through the sheer power of muttered words.