She had been many things in her life – student, healer, priestess, witch, woman.
She had had many things in her life – allies, lovers, tutors, teachers, kin.
She had seen many things in her life – courageous deeds, happy meetings, sorrowful partings, painful reunions, honest revelations.
She had given up many things in her life – love, comfort, company, friendships, security.
Yet, there was one thing she had never been before – a sister.
One thing she had never had – a family.
One thing she had never seen – her strength.
One thing she was not willing to give up – Morgana.
It was new, and powerful, and ruled her in a way nothing before had ruled her. She couldn't leave her to die, even if it meant abandoning her careful laid plans. She couldn't abandon her, not her baby sister, not when they had barely begun.
She would not fail Morgana, and she would not risk her, she would not have it.
Cradling her sister in her arms, desperate for her to live, she lifted the spell and heard the boy's words as if they were the biggest blessing she ever received – and they truly were, for they would allow Morgause to keep her safe, to have her near.
She didn't hesitate for a single second before starting the spell that would take them away.
They would never be parted again.