[But he's trying. Cowardly bugger or not, he's trying. And she has to reward that, because she feels his heartbeat under her fingertips and she knows this is as new and strange and scary for him as it is for her - for different reasons, maybe - but she won't let him face it alone. Heart beating at the same pace as his is, she stands up on her toes and kisses him on the cheek, soft and tender.]

Then I don't mind if we make no sense. I don't think I've minded until now, either. Yes, it's strange and not easy and sometimes it's...very improper, but I feel like I've a place next to you. Because of who I am as Sophie, not because of my status as the older sister or the aged granny witch, or...whichever.

It's home with you. And it wasn't even home when you moved the castle back home, not the same way this is.