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[creacherkeeper]

IM AWARE ITS A LOWBALLER BUT “Just look at me. Forget everything else.” ABERNANT SISTERS

The TV droned at the edges of Adaine's hearing. She puttered around the kitchen, not paying it much mind. It sounded like the news, which she knew, as the Oracle, she should probably watch, but having grown up in a 'news only' media household, she never did. It was probably Sandra Lynn, catching up on the state of Solace before she left on her next work trip. Jawbone never liked her to have it on when the kids were around, but the bickering they did about was, for the most part, mild. Adaine gathered her little fruit slices and toasted bread for her late-night snack, starting to feel the fuzziness of sleep herself.

In the living room, a cup shattered.

Adaine was in the doorway in an instant, a counterspell buzzing at her fingers. Her heart pounded, but even with darkvision, she didn't see any sort of threat. The room was quiet besides the TV, and empty besides her sister. Aelwyn's mug sat in three pieces on the ground, tea leaking across the floorboards. Her hands were over her mouth as she stared at the screen.

"Aelwyn?"

In the silence, her focus shifted.

"Scouting trips into the former forest of the Nightmare King continue, with yesterday's team making yet another shocking discovery. Former Fallinel ambassador Angwyn Abernant's body was recovered by the team, still preserved but seemingly dead for some time. The cause of death appears to be a serious skull fracture, perhaps attained by--"

Adaine raised the remote and hit the power. Silence rang through the room.

She swallowed. "You shouldn't be watching that."

Her sister did not respond, nor move, nor breathe.

Adaine shifted the large shards of mug away with her shoe and crouched down in front of her. Hands still over her mouth, Aelwyn's eyes looked glassy and far away.

"Aelwyn?" she asked quietly. When her sister didn't respond, she tentatively put a hand on her knee.

Aelwyn flinched. Her eyes closed as tears began to pour from them.

"Hey," Adaine said, "it's okay."

"It's not," she responded, muffled.

"It is. He's dead, and he doesn't matter anymore."

With a gaspy breath, Aelwyn dropped her hands, and Adaine took them. She didn't look at her, just stared off into a corner of the room.

"Is it--" Her face pinched. "Is it stupid I'm still afraid of him? I always have been, but I'm still ..."

"It's not stupid. He was a scary man."

"You were never scared of him. But I- I was always so frightened. I always knew I should say something, do something, but--" Her eyes began to look far away again. "The first time I was brave enough to, he nearly- I knew he would kill me. I knew I was dead. And I would have been, if you hadn't--"

"Aelwyn."

Aelwyn stopped.

Adaine squeezed her hands. "Look at me. Forget everything else, just look at me."

Slowly, her sister's eyes slid over.

"Our father," Adaine said, "was a bad man. And now he can't hurt either of us ever again. He never should've in the first place, but now he can't, because he's gone, and he isn't coming back. We're together, and we're safe, and from here on out we have each other's backs. Nothing's gonna touch us as long as we have each other. That's all that matters now. Okay?"

Aelwyn stared at her. She nodded. "Okay."

"Good." Adaine sighed, a little release of tension. "Now, I'm gonna clean this up, and then we can go make some more tea, alright?"

"Adaine?"

"Hm?"

There was a beat of stillness. Then Aelwyn pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you," Aelwyn said, "for saving me. You know from here on, I'm going to do the same."

Adaine hugged her fiercely back.

"Always."